One Waltz, Two Dancers

graceful
like a teardrop
she glides along the
highway of my mind
exploring each horizon
with an endless sense of
determination
she is the sound of invention
in three four time
a waltz through the sleepy
towns that i forgot to describe
and i can't seem to
explain why

graceful
like a pardon
she turns the key
locking forever
this fleeting feeling
and falls back upon
the frozen tundra
her bed has become
the silhouettes of lost passion
dance around her mind
as the harpsichord chimes
three quarter time
playing regret in Dm
the saddest key off all
and she can't seem
to explain why