echoes of the glassbound ballet

in windowed realms, still souls parade,
glass-gazed eyes in twilight's trade;
silent whispers flow, unseen,
mannequins speak, in dreams convene.

do they feel the velvet's caress,
or plastic hearts beat in duress?
static pulse 'neath glossy sheen,
hollow chests, yet feelings glean.

sense they moon’s soft silver song,
through silent nights, eternally long?
lifeless limbs that stand serene,
yet sense the world, though ever unseen.

do joys of life to them unfold,
in draped silks and sequins bold?
mirthless smiles on faces lean,
mock joy in realms where they have been.

love, does it stir within their frame,
in stiff embraces, always the same?
in quiet grace, they might have gleaned
a love unspoken, forever dreamed.