They danced there, unwilling to see the floor falling from beneath them,
All of them failing to notice the gaping hole beneath their shoes.
They let the sound fuse their selves with it's beauty and purpose, and they danced that night, until the sun could be seen through the magnificent windows.
Beside the music, only the sounds of laughter resounded from the royal walls of gold and classy white, and only love could be seen, no lonliness in sight.
The halls of the palace were neatly filled with pairs disappearing two by two. Until all that was left of the gathering were two stragglers still dancing, music still playing, and more importantly still in love.
Pairs diasppeared and reappeared and even rearranged, but they danced there always. They danced there, only changing clothing to fit their mood that day. Living in the palace which seated no owner, and they lived like light-hearted royalty, who cared not for things like bedtimes.
Only when it was them two there, was the ground there at attention, otherwise it would leave and take part in it's own fun. But for them the ground was real and solid, for ther love it laid down it's life.