March 30, 2011
The music starts in a soft way,
and the sound flew through air.
People got up and followed the cabaret
in ways that I never would dare.

And I sat, alone in the corner
until such a person walked up and took my hand.
We twirled and slid and I felt my soul grow warmer
while merrier music played from the wonderful band.

The night grew older
as the tempo became softer.
We twirled no more as we floated across the floor
and the place grew darker.

With one final spin, we parted.
But in my soul, I knew we would meet again
because, in a sense, we were bonded
by the music that resided in that wonderful domain.

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