Music played on in the background.
Rooms away from where she stood, looking out.
Her reflection pressed against a window framed night.
And she looked into her own eyes there.
Into her night-sky, mirrored self.
Searching deep within eyes she knew too well.
Much too well to believe the lies they told.
And she averted her gaze when the truth and the music found her all alone in that room.
When they rushed in like finding the lost.
And as her tears fell soft, truth held her steady.
As she finally broke down, the music rocked her gently, as a baby in arms.
Cradled safe in a moment of surrender.