11"x 14" framed painting, acrylic on canvas - Ballerina and Harlequine
 
The ballerina stood by the great window. The light of the fireworks danced across her face, kindling the softness of her cheek, the delicate curve of her lips. She watched the sky as if lost, as though seeking some music only she could hear in the hush between each burst of color.
He watched her watch the heavens, longing as one might long for the moon—to be close yet remain untouchable. Oh, how he loved her! With the quiet intensity of one who had never spoken the words aloud, who had spun poetry in silence.

A burst of crimson flared, illuminating her face more brightly. For a moment, she turned, and their gazes met. She did not see him truly, only the ghost of his presence.