THE CABARET

She steps in, red heels click the floor, Eyes that whisper, “You’ve been here before” Smoke in the air, the lights turn low, Her story’s a secret, only shadows know Behind the glass, where dreams collide, She wears her mask, but can’t hide inside With every dance, she’s selling time, A glass of champagne, and a bittersweet rhyme Welcome to the cabaret, Where shadows dance and fade away Her smile may shine, but cannot stay, A fleeting song that lingers, a heart’s ballet