She appeared as if out of nowhere,
an apparition in the haze;
with her sparkling black dress and sparkling black hair;
a melancholy beauty that commanded attention.
She shut her eyelids and, intrigued, our lips closed with them;
an expectant hush filling the crowded, darkened room.
And then it came.
Slowly at first, like all things that have to feel its way across a dark room…
Then wave after wave, it came –
grief and passion and joy and hate, the same.
She held a thousand worlds within her lungs
that she seemed determined to expel within her songs
Her voice bobbed and weaved, and my heart flowed with it
Soaring as it rose, crashing as it softened.
Then at its peak, when she had my universe on its knees,
it flat-lined, she smiled… And I blew out a sigh, spent.