The Dance of Death.

Silence speaks in whispers

As your hands do your thing

Your eyes stare into emptiness

Your smile makes me think

The unsaid words form a story

As you take my hand

To make me stand on my feet

And to make me dance

Each step elegant

Each prance a gesture

Each look a story

Each smile to treasure

I try to match steps

I try to walk aside

But each motion makes me follow

To your command I abide

Strange it is

Addicted am I

For what can I do

Your eyes make me fly.

Happy are we

for we know

There is no end to this madness

we let the reigns go

We fly to unknown horizons

watching the sunset of a million sons

We have lived a million lives

now it is time to choose one

Looking to the others eyes

we make our move

We dance past the lost memories

moving to the groove