Shadow rich dance music


The way I make faces or bodies out of the purple clouds and fingerprints on the window. 
The way  I'm orphaned, sitting like a dark lump
on a chair, smiling at your helion chariot whispering:
'Heaven'

That's how I try to keep you alive,
even after the cold night of dead.
Out of fear of forgetting how you talked,
How you said 'by the way' and clutched my 
hand.

And that's why I'm letting you dance, here.
Like you used to do, in between verses, (Charleston!)
and between the many stanza's.

(Conga line! Get in line!)

The movements and music I'll orchestrate
myself to the best of my ability. However
it may be, It remains unparalleled, always
heavenly.