Faint, feathered touches, heated embraces ending with cold longing for more, joining and rejoining. It was a dance, a fiery embrace meant to smolder and die as the evening ended. She remembered sobering eyes, and a crooked smile. A body, that fit against her and called to her soul. That resonated like an piano through empty halls. Hands ghosting over hips, feather light touches over the curve of spines and sleek shoulders. Fingers curling in hair as if to possess it. The heady music, wild and spiraling. A tight coil of tension, building as the violins and the piano sought out absolution. Behind half-mast eyes, she saw him.
A step, a never ending waltz of her soul as she spun, her black skirts gathered about her knees, flaring in the air as her arms lifted to touch the air. Bounding her head, she cast her eyes to the orchestra. The violins raised and her body followed along, pulled by a puppeteer of fate, by the very strings of her heart. Did she breathe? She felt not anything but the burn of her soul beating, pulsating in her body. As the music slowed, so did her steps but her soul continued its fast pace waltz straight into the arms of oblivion. She could not cease, nor did she want to. The tempo increased, just as the pain of her soul grew too great for her slow shuddering steps.
The melody encircled her, arms of a lover, the music thick about her. As she dipped her black dress shone in the fire light, making it appear to be tinted red. Red, like the blood thundering through her veins, echoing the call of the drum's bounding thunder.
Red, like the color of his eyes.
The music screamed into the air and her own essence answered in kind. Soaring to the heights of the painted night sky. Reaching out for his hand, she turned, dipping and casting her eyes once more to the orchestra watching the piano keys slowly dip as fingers ghosted over their pearl surfaces.
Her foot traced a sweep over the ground and her body followed in kind, spinning and sending her blonde hair flying about her in a furious halo. As the tempo continued its crescendo she found herself truly breatheless and lost, her mind and soul mingled, tangled and distracted as she danced. The volume, the sheer mass of the orchestra flung her into a fury of spins and dins, her arms above her head, then to the side. And finally as the music lulled, and grew quiet she found herself paused, as though suddenly dropped from a dream into the reality. Turning her green eyes looked over the stage, then to the orchestra, then to the audience. One final step, she sweep her foot behind her, her fingers grasped the edges of her attire, and she bowed. Her hair falling and shielding her tear stained eyes from view.
For those sparse minutes he was alive, it was his hands holding her, and yet his fingers on the keys of the piano. It was his soul her's cried out to, and his soul it longed to resonate with, and yet now, there was silence, there was no answering call... Standing she left the stage, her soul just as battered as her ballet shoes.