The sweetened mist of longing, allowed to see what was necessary only:
A soul that resisted the passing of time, dancing with its own skeleton, to the beat of a piano with echoes of laughter and regret.
The notes creaked on the invisible walls of the stage, crying out to be heard by an inanimate audience.
Sophie was still the star of her play, as she had been back in the 1880s, when lines to see her eternal dance circled the block and the sold-out sign was hung for months.
Now the most luminous star that her generation saw, danced for her and for her nightmares, for her pains and her regrets, to entertain her monsters.
