The ballerina and her prince of song

In my lovely room of destination
enjoying sweet emancipation
I stand on point in perfect form
In your eyes so safe and warm

Dip my body in swan like motion
carefully bending each lovely station
Curve my arm and slowly twist,
lift one leg and bend my wrist

Take a graceful leap into your air
cheeks tinted pink and locks so fair
For a moment my figure seems to fly
then lands a galaxy into your eye

But now I'm dancing to an empty chorus
withered notes of song lay before us
And while i watch you sleeping soundly
Thunder rolls beneath my stage profoundly

Suddenly the lyrics are muffled and whispered
My curtains tremble, my number was disturbed
Tried to dance, but my legs wouldn't respond,
and through these shadows mine eyes can't see beyond

My nimble knees begin to shake
the piano cracks, the theater quakes
My mirrors lay in torn shambles
your song reduced to useless rambles

But hope isn't out of grasp
this pain will not continue to relapse
For when i save you from your tower
you shall bring light to this dreadful hour

Before your soul is entirely broken
and you've lost faith in these three words I've spoken
My dance will save you from being demeaned
this holy ballet, my promise routine

Till then there lay stains upon the scene
And your face is veiled by a bloody screen
your arms that once were one with mine
are scarcely breathing , too thin and fine

So now I'm waiting like a withered flower
enduring every sleepless hour
but when your face is within reach
i will again witness harmony's speech

Until then my empty studio of night
continues to dance this endeavoring fight
Alone I'll sleep at the center of an empty crowd
only your voice can wake me, sing out loud

This cage is merely temporary
Soon your notes will soar and my body will carry
The bolts upon the doors aren't sealed
just waiting for my prince of song to heal

until that moment, the piano is still laying there
though the violins abandoned, and stage is bare
But your lips will fix every broken bone
and soon I shall not fly alone

So for now I'm frozen in perfect stance
in dancer's motion, soon to wake from trance
then my limbs will stretch from my stand
and with aching muscles into your arms will land

Then I'll perform this ballet I've planned for you
These motions of our rendevue
Smile for every pirouette
gaze upon your princess of abietite

My ballet shoes are old and worn
my swan lake dress is stained and torn
but i know when i see your face
you'll take me back to my dancing place