Has the music really ended

Listen now the Tango takes the stage
Statues bronze golden with curls
unfurling sails
in marble granite and polished exhales

Notes which beat with the gentle tick
course naked form
artist in oil
loves fleeting moments
stakes in heated vacation

Thet waltz into the madness
and into insanity grasp

around white  splinters the floor
protrudes its volcanic lust
tables erected all strong
waiting in contented rush

someone crashes in
carried a blue plastic bag
steaming frozen clouds escape
from corroded zips

Still, we waltz
and on
and on
and on