Dance Declined
poem
you won’t
dance
with me
no matter the tune,
no matter the mood.
there’s no
rhythm
for me
no matter the place,
no matter the time.
what am
I
to do
no matter my words,
no matter my all.
I glide
diminuendo
al niente
let me fade to rest
let me leave no coda.
music
keeps
playing
drowning out
the pleading pulse
of my heart.
I liked the way the music keeps going even when the dance never happens. There is something quietly sad in that diminuendo that does not try to hold on to anything.
Sad, but in a fun kind of way.