String Heaven

It was quiet once,
In the Grand Theater,
But now the orchestra is about to play.
The audience is seated with dignity and grace,
The ladies in their fine gowns and elegant jewelry,
The gentlemen suited from head to toe,
A child fidgets slightly in her seat.
The orchestra doesn't give anyone a chance to prepare themselves,
For the discord of violins booming through the room.

Before anyone can get a sense of direction,
The strings are taking them down a forever winding path of dance,
Leaping and bounding between the theater seats.
The uplifting song of Danse Macabre,
Twisting, twirling, falling, gleeful, gay song

I want to dance.
Will someone unbound their hair with me,
And let the music take the lead,
One, two, three, one, two, three
Spin me around and take me into your arms,
Dark, brooding notes of the cellos,
Light, playful notes of the violas,
I beg of you,
For I want this happiness to never end.

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