I hear the tempo
of your upbeat music,
the swing and sway of skirts,
as you tickle the ivories
and illicit such incredible
beauty, such exquisite melodies.
My feet tapping out the rhythm
of many drums, the passion
of a thousand violins. And, you sing.
Unaware of the miracle unfolding
within my heart...that moment
when the music becomes the pure magic
of the night stars and the moonbeams
dancing upon the wavering heartbeat
of a sultry and seductive Moon.
I am "The Lady In Red,"
as your words conjure up
images of a red dress, a red sway.
My partner and I step up to the vision
of past dancers...a Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers of the past
dancing across the ceiling,
over the floor of a grand ballroom.
We can be anything. We can sing
like Bette Middler or Frank Sinatra
in this moonlit moment of two.
You keep on singing and playing
the piano...still unaware of the magic
that your voice and your hands are making
in this night of rhythmic seduction.
