Lost in a gaze... a rest in the music. The thoughts flood in. It's so good to be free, free of what, carefree, fancy free, footloose, just free, are you free? I'm free. I like your suit, she said, it really suits you... sorry, couldn't help myself... these boogie nights. I love your little tango...
Who is that piano man anyway? I haven't seen him before. But this place, it's cool. I really love this wine bar. Shall we go have a drink, she whispers. Yeah sounds good, another cherry riot. Ooh you know me too well...
She lights the kiln, fires up, drapes herself in clouds. It's a beautiful day today, a light and airy day, and she's enjoying the moment. It's how it should be, it's how it is, it's how it always was, in her dreams. A place of light, a piano melody, a bursting star, another fire, lit. A call for song, she plays that tune again... and walks over to her canvas...
We're on the pier, a calm and peaceful evening, leaning together against the railing. A first love, the dreamy innocence of a sweet gesture. Words mingle with air. A strong and loving wrap, around shoulders...
He grabs her hand, they walk into the club... come on then, let's hit the floor. Weaving through the mash of bodies everywhere, the walls are swaying... they're in their own world. A delicate, strong and intimate world. They're flung around the dance floor in time with the steps, she's spinning, like a light under his arm, he's twirling her around. She collapses on his arm... his shoulder is hot, he presses his nose into her neck, she giggles, presses her fingers into his side... exhilarated, infatuated, ambiguous ride.
Art from our Dreams... A tango in the night. K