The waltz

the eyes peer down

it's momentary, but eternity

when it happens

the world surrounding 

is a whirling blur

and though it has all

the greatest glamorous frills

that gilded crowd has no importance

as with the glances

a warm breath descends

falling softly upon flesh

these moments are the same

for the heart as a light finger is

dragging along the inside of the forearm

hands grasp onto each other

for fear the music may fling

the bodies apart

but those eyes looking down

in every little glance

those eyes melt away any chance

of that ever happening

the gravity from them is stronger

than the unseen tether of 

the earth to the sun

let the fingers keep creeping

over the ivory keys and 

the hands keep pulling the bow

over the catgut strings

let the end of the song only

be the beginning

and the soles of the feet

lose all feeling

the intoxicating sway holds

fast to the trees in the evening breeze

and all is lost in the eyes

that peer down