She whispered that she was afraid.

He said that she was not alone.
She said no one could hear her
He said the stars were on strings and lowered at night to listen close.

She asked if they knew how much it hurt.
He said the whole world grieved with her, even the grass ached.

She asked to hear his music, one last fall of his lips.
he told her to open her mouth in the rain and taste each note.

And then it began to rain...
And she danced, and danced.

In his world a thousand tiny suns rose at dawn and directed his toward new roads
She wanted to go with him, but he said his love was woven in into the fingertips of earthly bodies...
He would be every touch, every grasp, every giving.