Post by silvertabby on Sept 10, 2007 14:51:29 GMT -5
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway.
'Would you dance with me, Professor Mcgonagall?' The Headmaster adressed his deputy, who was standing right next to him.
'Yes, sure!' she was smiling, as he pulled her onto the dance floor.
Everyboddy was looking at them, but they seemed like they couldn't care less.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
They were dancing, like nobody elce in the hall, like never before. It was almost as if you could see sparks flying. They weren't to close, but they seemed to be VERY close, for they knew this was the closest they could ever be. They were both wery good dancers, but together... Every head had turned to look at them.
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
They didn’t care that everyone was looking at them, it was the dance of their live. They were dancing like they never did, and would never do. The dance was burning with the power of all the things unsaid, things they knew they could never say. A love of more than 40 ears, in a dance, their dance.
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Stay with me, sway with me
The head and his deputy…
No these were not lyrics, they were wispers. Their dance was over.
Dance with me, make me sway.
'Would you dance with me, Professor Mcgonagall?' The Headmaster adressed his deputy, who was standing right next to him.
'Yes, sure!' she was smiling, as he pulled her onto the dance floor.
Everyboddy was looking at them, but they seemed like they couldn't care less.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
They were dancing, like nobody elce in the hall, like never before. It was almost as if you could see sparks flying. They weren't to close, but they seemed to be VERY close, for they knew this was the closest they could ever be. They were both wery good dancers, but together... Every head had turned to look at them.
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
They didn’t care that everyone was looking at them, it was the dance of their live. They were dancing like they never did, and would never do. The dance was burning with the power of all the things unsaid, things they knew they could never say. A love of more than 40 ears, in a dance, their dance.
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Stay with me, sway with me
The head and his deputy…
No these were not lyrics, they were wispers. Their dance was over.
