<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">She was the only one who danced.<br/>He could feel her move.<br/>The wind danced about her and it was poetry.<br/>And he...he played like the master of sound it was<br/>He played of the woman standing by the door.<br/>Always looking down the road.<br/>Begging for the one man to come and get her.<br/>He promised her Paris, Rome, diamonds.<br/>Then he vanished like a shadow in the morning sun.<br/>He played of heartbreak and sorrow.<br/>Of lost love and new found hatred. <br/>All found at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey.<br/>All of this done without words.<br/>Just with notes and feelings.<br/><br/>His eyes opened to look upon her.<br/>The winds whispered of who she was.<br/>They danced around the cane.<br/>They whispered again and again of grace, but little more.<br/>He smiled as he watched her dance.<br/>His head canting to the side just a bit. <br/>But as all things must do, his song started to die.<br/>The images just started to fade.<br/>Until there was nothing but the stunned silence of a nearly full bar.<br/>Depthless hazel eyes looked over the crowd. <br/>And he turned to head backstage,<br/>fading into nothing as he did.<br/>But he didn't leave the bar.<br/>He just hid for the moment, watching the blind girl from the shadows.<br/>Waiting for a chance to simply talk to her...<br/>A new DJ took the stage.<br/>Inspired by the bard, he rocked...hard.</span></div>