I decided to rename my "Musical Interlude" posts to something a bit more vivid...so for this orchestral piece, it's after my pipe-dream dance party, the Phantom Ball.
Outside, it's a cold, blustery night, the face of the moon occasionally passing behind wind-torn clouds. The ballroom of the old house is hung with mouldering hangings and festooned with cobwebs. The candelabras have gone unused for decades. But a strange bluish light shines from them, as the music starts from unseen hands. Soon the room is full of waltzing couples; a former owner dances with his wife, who poisoned him. Another dances with his mistress. A butler and a maid dance among them; in death, all are equal. Two men waltz together; a century ago they died in a strange suicide pact. Some couples are dancing as a punishment, being confronted with the sins they committed while alive; others are united in death with those they couldn't be with in life.
And when it's over, the dust on the floor is undisturbed, and the mortal observers, peeking in the door or through the window, aren't sure if it was real, or their imaginations.