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