mark the scene:

he breathes in--
retreating through time.
bold,
deliberate steps
follow the music,
and lead the script

the wind calms down,
the lights come up.
he finds it curious,
the slight mistrust she holds
for her own desire,
but her solid faith in his hands..

they run the lines
and sing the chorus until
she loses her step.
end act one.
insert a solo for act two
slide to stage left--

he can't force his gaze
to meet her stare with
the last lines softly spoken and
one final embrace...
curtain call. lights down for
black out.

--

i think i'll lead.