|From Colour Contrast Continuity|
A ribbon wraps the dance with light,
Water held by frozen fingers
Sings a silent song to the sun,
When did she learn the song of the moon?
During the long winter night,
And now she serenades him,
In the morning.
A river of music flows,
Within a symphony of stars,
A wreath laid to the memory
Of the darkest hour,
When she danced in the shadow of death,
His mask fell to cover her face,
And music in moonlight taught her