I want to waltz with someone.
Be it at the ballroom,
Be it at the ballroom, veranda,
Be it at the ballroom, veranda, or garden.
Look up to him and smile as we sway with the music.
Be it from the orchestra,
Be it from the orchestra, radio,
Be it from the orchestra, radio, or music box.
We would laugh at our mistakes,
Failing miserably on our attempt to be a prince and princess.
Yet we continue to glide ourselves through the notes.
My wish was granted.
The tempo slows down.
He hums the melody like a gentle whisper along with the cold wind.
His eyes softened.
My eyes started to glisten.
I didn't want this to end.
But his grip started to loosen.
The magic is wearing off.
He slowly let go.
The music gasped its last note.
The sound of ticks stopped.
And so did he.
Prompt: The music plays, he walks. The music stops, he dies.