And we danced. Oh did we dance. It was a dance for the ages. She led and I followed. I would have followed her to the ends of the earth, if only she had led me there…It saddened me when it had to end. It made my heart heavy. My feet like lead. I begged her for one more, clung to her waist, beat off my mother but it was useless. With a single word she dispatched me into the arms of my mother. Without raising a finger, without even raising her voice. And because it was her, because it came from her lips, there was no argument.
“Don’t worry.” She said with a reassuring squeeze of the hand.
“I will come back and we will be together. And when the time comes, no one will be able to take me away from you. Nor you I.”
“But I don’t even know your name.” I piped, my voice high with worry. I didn’t want to lose her. I knew love when I saw it and she was it.
She bent over, her closeness intoxicating me in a way that made me feel faint and whispered in my ear. Five letters, two syllables.
She kissed me on the lips. Her breath smelled like peppermint.
And then, just like a dream, like a phantom, as intangible as the smoke curling from the end of a stick of incense and just as fragrant, she disappeared.
I did not fret however. She would come back. She said she would. I believed her. Her word was bond. Her word was truth.
As the scent of her tickled my nose, the taste of her still lingering on my lips, I said her name. Five letters, two syllables. One word that changed my life forever…
Music…her name was music.