When the music stops…

when the music stops..
would we still glide in a dance..
as the echo fades away..
would it abort in an awkward stance..

when the music stops..
would you still have the zest..
the steps are getting heavy..
would you want a good night’s rest..

when the music stops..
would I still know my step..
will the light in your gazing eyes,
be enough to keep the pep..

when the music stops..
would it make a difference..
well, you don’t really care for music..
but I couldn’t bear the silence..

When the music stops..
might go back, take a seat..
or cling tight, in the silence
can we make our own beat..

when the music stops..
it wouldn’t be for the first time..
poems end, giving in to prose..
not every two words rhyme

Madushanka Soysa