I tried to dance with my wife
But she prudishly asked what was wrong with me
And slapped softly me away
Because she could not hear the Music

I bopped and shuffled along holding her hand and waist
Her frame motionless and disapproving
Anchored by her memories
But I didn't care
Because I was free
And my rhythm not circumstantial

So I let her go and I danced in the same spot
As she busied herself, I saw her sadness
Not just because she couldn't hear the Music
But because she didn't know if she any longer wanted to try