Fade to Black

She hears delicate, numb strings

plucked gently by fingers, while horse hair 

draws out, the most magnificent sound

let her dance along with it.

let her unwind through a passage

where time is not on her hands any more.

starting to turn, to wander in the wrong direction

and over, she falls. to be caught. like such soldiers

who come to save her, brushing innocent locks 

behind her ears, where nothing can be heard.

Unconscious they pull her back, to the dance

stepping small and fast, strict movements 

harsh and beautiful

up close and tight, to her chest,

while eye-lines meet forever's end.