The Curtain Falls

You sign out.
The whistle blows.
The sun sets. 
The curtain falls. 
The earth freezes over.
The heart stops.
A reverse ticking fades
Present into past
Until you are floating 
Blind before you were born.

Regret abandons you. 
You watch the Dead. 
They dance to music
You never could hear--
That never ran out of fashion.
They are in step... a strange Stealth...
They sway away 
From this thought of death.

Rhythmic silent energy
Imbues your invisibility.
You feel like dancing.
And nothing, not even 
Inhibition stops you. 
You ask someone to dance,
And when you come together 
On the glittering floor, 
There is no gravity. 
No one will cut in.
She is yours
Until the music stops.

Life cuts in... 
She is gone.
You are in pain.
You may never dance with her again. 
The floor is empty.
You are born.
~Dr.M