they move in time to the music
their bodies infused with a boundless energy
observing them, from my perch at the bar, I am envious and enamored
catching glimpses of their syncopated movements
i notice the soft touches, a shimmer of joy in the eyes, and the brief inhalation of shampoo and cologne.
watching them, i come to know them
the tender moments spent in bed,
the passion that could erupt in an argument over whose turn it was to take out the trash,
grocery shopping trips, holidays, inside jokes, and vacations.
her head falls back as the drummer hits the snare again and again
the song’s climax sounds near
yet as he draws her close to him, ready to find an ending
the keyboardist picks up the melody and they continue…