Floating, floating, you've never been apart.
Fused and floating, you never will be...
The feet aren't stepping, aren't moving.
They're gliding, skimming, drawing, talking.
A different conversation for each song
A new subject for each tanda...
A silence in the music inside,
All that matters is the dialogue,
You look in on yourself
And the volume is on mute
But you know exactly what's being said.
A flourish, a breath, a tear, a smile
All around is chaos,
Shouting, animation
The couple, you....
quietly making their way,
They look so quiet
in this noisy world
You almost don't notice
nearly missing their poetry
You almost don't notice
How together you are
Unti the tanda is over
And that piece of you is gone.