Literature
Midnight Orchestra
Under the spotlight of the moon,
They traced constellations on the ground.
Mirroring the flight of the heavens divine
Heartbeats synchronized in still standing time
Poetry echoed in a sky full of dreams.
A rush of blood-A mute pause;
two breaths held for an undecipherable cause
But their feet didn't stop and they danced on,
leaving the rest of the story, to be inked by the stars.
A quanta of solace was all they had
No men, no women, nor blazing cars.
Their conversation was now composed in music bars;
The silent symphony of Venus and Mars.