She sees him from behind the looking glass.

Only he knows where she lives in her heart.

Others fumbling

While he arrives;

She welcomes him

In.

He brings with him a sorrow they share

And with that sorrow they build a funeral pyre;

Flames burning through the

Past to the now and they rise

As one in waves of heat and light

In love.

There they remain

To dance.

To sing,

To

Be.

Hear the music.