Hovering droplets, frozen shoes.
Slowly lifting, parting the moistened air.
A low drone, pitching back and forth.
Endlessly looping, circling around.
All alone, a gelatinous island.
Charged and active, brewing a storm.
A tumultuous sonata of voices, ferocious and clamorous.
Floating in a shell, unable to relent or break free.
A crash, a flurry of strings.
Silence, then, a solemn, deep voice.
Echoed lightly, the pair exchanging lines, dancing closely.
Gradually bending, twisting, sustaining.
Screeching for your heart.