In The Quiet

In the candle glow we stand,

Moonlight glints through the stained glass windows.

Shoulder to shoulder,

The warmth between bodies spreads.

Notes drift through the air,

Voices hushed,

 Rise and fall.

The melody grows,

Swells and overflows.

Heads bent,

Hands raised.

Higher and higher,

Bodies sway together and apart.

There is a quiet,

A surrounding sense of peace.

The candles flicker, moonlight glints.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Warmth grows.

Peace settles,

Draws near.

Listen.