An Octopus’ Dance

They’re truly mystical creatures.

They dance in they abyss of the ocean,

To Bach, as if the great pianist himself

Bid farewell to the surface,

And dove into the sea to play once more.

The others look on begging for the music to not end.

The currents roll the tunes off, while the waves match the pitch.

Fearing the dance shall end,

The beautiful harpy beasts move with the grace of angels.

Soaring through the waters as the archangels hail in heaven:

“The father of heaven has blessed the sea indeed.”

The others are drawing near the beauty’s embrace.

Moths to a flame burn far more easily, yet painlessly.

They seep into an ambiguous ballet, never wanting it to cease.

The dancers of the sea continue their ways biding for more,

Again, Again, Again

Never stop pets of sirens!

Dance your waltz as they sing their tunes!

So they dance.

Dance, and Dance, and Dance.

Until,

One ends the waltz.

They disappear.

Until,

They perform once more,

Every step in harmony without missing a

Heartbeat.