The Chaos Waltz
A waltz with no partner, a dance with no floor,
Three steps forward, then three steps more.
Pianos stumble, their keys askew,
Violin wails like a siren’s adieu.
Round and round in the chaos waltz,
Each beat breaks, each rhythm halts.
The storm spins fast, the notes dissolve,
Yet somehow, still, it all resolves.
Drums that chatter, a glitching refrain,
A choir erupts, then fades again.
The synth hums cold, robotic and sly,
While violins scream to the stormy sky.
Broken, scattered, stitched in time,
A madman’s dance, a clockwork rhyme.
Round and round in the chaos waltz,
Each beat breaks, each rhythm halts.
The storm spins fast, the notes dissolve,
Yet somehow, still, it all resolves.
A burst of silence, a fractured chord,
The storm grows quiet, the void explored.
Then one note rises, a single thread,
It pulls the pieces, the storm is fed.