Visions Of Music Lost

A vision in white,
She twirled and whirled,
A mist in motion.
Who she danced for,
Who could say,
But as I peered through the hall windows,
Dirty, running with rain,
I fell in love with the music she portrayed.
I could not hear the violins,
The pianos, nor even the swelling base,
But I felt it.
Oh, how I felt it.
She danced as though her heart might break,
As though the world might end,
Then picked up her bag and walked away.
The music went with her.
I listen for it still.

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