Within your rest, a runaway came forth from nonexistence. Motionless? No, for your complexion manifests itself onto the floor of our reputable dreaming: dancing, dancing in the limelight. Your elocution and livelihood cast an extravagant comfort whose subsistence forced a much more tragic loss upon us all. Emotions whisper death of all hope, so we—the ones with bonds of love so strong—must retort with a more vibrant sonority. If we do that, maybe, just maybe if we do that, we can keep you dancing till our music stops.