Dancers on a Black and White World

Maybe miracles do happen.
Because that's when the heart takes over
and something beautiful is born.

A pair of dancers
on a black and white world.
They are themselves,
and the world is plainly the world.
No worrying about what is around,
all dedicated to their dance.

The dance that says they are sad,
the same dance that sings their joy,
the dance that talked about
each and every single moment of their life.
They lived in those moments
and the dance that would take flight.

Once a while
there's only one of them left.
While it does not stop,
things seem much slower
and it feel not so happy
all of a sudden.

The world might be black and white,
deprived of colors,
its still up to the two
to decide how to put what they have together.
Whether its full of glee or not so happy,
this is where they tell their story.

I spend this wee hours reading,
about people around me,
their individual stories
of themselves,
and the people they love so deep.

The piano piece
that accompanies me tonight
certainly served its purpose right,
to pluck at my heartstrings
and make me write.