Dancing and weaving along the stage
Taught to dance
To unwritten tunes
The hand passing it's knowledge
To the everlasting figure,
That's how I looked at you,
I could't see a body for your hand
Only fingers streaming across strings
Expressing pain or pleasure
Through a casual swish,
And, at night, when you sleep
We wake and play our music
Living the life we dreamt of
When we were hanging from the beams
Waiting for our master
To trap us in his snare
And trap us to your desires
So we dance our new tunes
And wander where we can
Across the polished floor
Sliding from end to end
A foot at most, to move around
An inch between us and the floor
So small yet this is my prison
And its brand of walls
Your strings, ne're ending
The end