"Is that the door bell ringing", she questions.

Yes surprise!! its him. Its seems like years since they have had a glance at each other.

He comes up with that perfect excuse and she is graceful as always. He would take her on a drive as they always did. No one spoke there was no need.

He parked in the backyard of her house this time somehow walking through that front door was a sin. A sin that would turn the two of them into stone statues. He kicks off his velvet neck tie which is caught by the arms of that old skeleton tree. She removes her uptight sandles.

And they danced in the moonlight. Barefooted they danced to the music of silence, the grass caressing their toes and still not a word. Finally they fall down laughing and crying the same time. Still no words and now the only sound is the crickets chirping. They both knew what the silence meant. She smiled and he turned away.

Far away in the distance stars wobbled and wept with that strange and unaccustomed joy.

"How was the tea?", she asks.

"Fine as always", he shoots back.

There was no tea. The moon hid behind his blanket of clouds. Rain begins to pour softly and steadily. No one notices. His best tie will surely be ruined. Her sandles they are already lost.

That night, of course, there was an earthquake, not of the kind the Richter scale could measure not of the kind anyone but the stars could see.