Lone Dancer.

I am a lone dancer
Moving and swaying and breathing
and being the dance
Suddenly, another fellow dancer joins the dance I'm in
We are moved by the same rhythm
Together, we are creating a dancing symphony
We are no longer 'we'
But just moving energies in sync
It is exhilerating

My dance was the sweet notes of a piano
And his, the soft strumming of a guitar
And together, we are such a joyful melody

But one must not forget
That even when the guitar stops playing
The sounds of the piano
Are still as sweet as ever
And I keep breathing, swaying, moving, being
I am a lone dancer.