They performed - the two figures in a painstakingly slow manner, made their way towards each other.
I could see their limbs quivering, like there is an inner-struggle to maintain the pose and control of the body, repressing tension within.
Sometimes, they would pause in a contorted stance and it conveyed to me in those few moments, so much grief and yearning...and a bit of random beauty.
The two meet in the middle and move in harmony, but then slowly, heart-wrenchingly, they peel themselves from each other, stepping away backwards.
I found that at the end of the dance I involuntarily closed my eyes, I didn't want to let any new images into my head after that. I felt a bit silly, but when I opened my eyes I found a woman across from me just opening her eyes too.
I think Egon Schiele would love this kind of dancing.