When The Moon Comes Calling

Prologue

He took a heavy seat on the piano bench, letting out an anguished groan smelling the alcohol that lingered on his lips.

Straightening his back he pressed his fingers onto the black and white keys. Ignoring the light footsteps that followed him into the room. Then he started to play.

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

To myself? To a God?

To a savior who can

And when he opened his mouth to sing, it was like the gods sang through him.

His voice dripped with melancholy, his body fused with lamenting.

He could feel eyes boring into him as he sang out, his fingers danced over the keys letting the sounds they released consume him whole.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these spoken words

She let out a tired sigh, pulling her hair back into a messy bun she looked up at the moon. Bending over she stretched out her long lean legs.

She straightened out, before twirling herself to unheard music.

Her fluid movements were dispirited, filled with longing, a longing for something she did not know.

Her dance was mesmerizing, a dance never able to be reversed, and for those able to watch were blessed with movements of a scorned angel.

Find hope in the hopeless

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

His voice echoed around the partially empty room, filled with power.

His eyes closed trying to imagine something he could not see, yearning, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and frustration. A man wanting, and hoping but never receiving.

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out

Her movements became angry, betrayed, she looked as though she was lashing out, she could feel her heart constricting in her chest.

You can say what you like 'cause see, I would die for you

I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God

Be my help, be a savior who can

His fingers pressed violently into the keys as he rocked back and for, his head bobbing with each sound the keys limited, his hair falling into his face, opening his striking eyes he glared long and hard at the moon.

He hated it, loathed it, despised it. All he's done pray and hope to no avail.

Then something in the air shifted.

A breeze brushed against her skin and the squeeze she had felt in her heart slowly started to release.

His song had softened.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these reckless words (find hope in the hopeless)

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ashes

Just for a moment, she could feel him.

Filling the silent air with his song, giving her dance meaning.

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Just for a second, he could feel her, dancing around him.

Filling the harsh cold with warmth, and a gentleness he had not felt in months.

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

And as the moon looked down on them, Diana, smiled and thought.

"How could two souls, both so different, be in such perfect sync with one another?"