Through the Motions

Outside the dance hall, lightning strikes
maybe once, maybe twice.
The gypsy and I sway across the floor
in the velvet underground,
going through the motions of the dance
to the rich, seductive melody playing in the night.
We are one with the music
as the drums beat along to our steps.
Before long, the night is over,
and a memory is all that is left for me now.