Solo Salsa Dance

All lights are on the dance floor
Tonight’s the night
For its time for the solo salsa dance
Loneliness seems so right

There is no chorus anymore
The instruments refuse
To play together
The players they refuse
To collaborate

We see a violin

Fighting a Chello so hard
We see pianos
Murmuring angrily

Our dancer looks fab
Put on her favourite red costume
There aint no audience, aint no seats
Coz For her, nothing sounds as sweet
As dancing solo salsa

To nobody

So

Who wants the show to start?

And who wants it just to end?