Companion to The Violinist

They dance
Across the moonlit floor
A spectacle, a wonder indeed

Her, in her flowing dress
Him, in his sleek suit
Their rhythm is perfect

The music sways
The pitch changes
There are polite claps

A simple applause for
The glittering gems
On the courtroom floor

Not, of course
For the girl who sat
Playing the music
With bruised fingers
Tight lips
And tears in her eyes.

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