Danseuse

…fascinated, I studied her mouth, constantly giving new and new forms to the stream of sound, raising out of her throat, creating cascading rivers, morphing into almighty deafening waterfalls, seemingly living a life of their own, never tiring, never stoping.
Weirdly enough, it made me think of a perpetuum mobile, which I never imagined with such clarity, of such intensity and yet, so fragile. Then her gaze wandered to my feet.
-Those shoes…you’re wearing…OMG!! I’m speechless! Why… they are gorgeous! Love them!! Where did you get them?
My fingers caressed the smooth skin of lilac heels, resting peacefully on my feet, tenderly, with a touch as light as lover’s breath.
-Got them delivered. The left one came last year. The right one this February…
-What the…. You’re really loosing it, hun.- her eyes darkened, sinking in the mist of suspicion. -Why would you buy one shoe a year?! Not to mention the obvious…-
-I’m not loosing anything, for I didn’t buy anything. This whole time I thought they were from my hacker, you know, one of his impractical jokes…Turned out to be a gift from VA. Rather electric in its nature, wouldn’t you say?
-Does he know…-, the light embarrassment bloomed on her face, -he knows that…you can’t, erm … that you’re… you’re paralysed… right…-
-Yes, he does.
-And isn’t he… Well, is he not the one who got you in that wheelchair at the first place?
-Nope. That’s what people think. He just happened to be there. When I landed. Could be anyone, really.
-Still, I don’t get it. What did he send them for? He knows you can’t dance anymore.
-According to him, he sent them to make me happy.
The waterfalls calmed down. Even the giddy droplets ceased. And from that stillness shined a blushing beauty of silence. Followed by a blue petal of a smile…