(leggiero) in the dark they speak of the world, playing their words slowly but without hesitation.
(crescendo) the words spring like a long string of melodies, like the classics that begin again when you think they’re about to end, and come to life in a falsetto even stronger than before.
(allegretto) combined together, their sentences become a harmony, their ideas quicken the pace and their conversations flow freely.
(quasi recitativo) she can feel the pressure of his arm on hers, even though there is no contact.
(sempre) side by side they lay, not quite touching but almost entwined, denying the attraction but comforted by the proximity, the closeness of the each other. and this way they remain until the sun creeps up on them and reminds them that although their world stood still for a moment it eventually has to move on.
(mezzo piano) she can hear him wishing that daylight would never break, so they can lay in the dark forever and amuse each other with colourful melodies.
(diminuendo) he feels cheated; what was really six hours only felt like six minutes, and now the impending daybreak tears them apart so they can press resume on life.
(tempo primo) she understands that this game can only be conducted under the cover of darkness, and flees as the sunlight sets in. as she escapes his touch she wonders if they could ever experience such a symphony again.
(al fine) but even if they can’t return to the perfection of this evening, she knows she needs to walk away.