*Last time I saw your face I danced in your essence
the tempo deliberate and hauntingly alluring
you provided the rhythm for my wanton heart
your Grandioso sent me over the moon,
then crashing back to earth
I felt it'd be our last tango,
yet, you expressed devotion
I fell into your staccato without missing a beat
till I realized you'd always be a cappella
with no reason or rhyme for your deceptive cadence
there'd be no encore, you were falsetto in disguise
Now, I dance alone on a dark moon with no harmony
no Maestro to entice an impromptu interlude
sad violin music the only melody that tunes my soul
still, a free spin above the kick of devils symphony*