Dancer

An empty stage --
The perfect blank page
for pushing through years
of blood, sweat and tears

She stands in the wings
Her blood starts to sing
then she's moving through sound
inhibitions unbound

The music invades
trills and cascades
each note entwined
through muscle and mind

Stretching and turning
leaping and burning
impressions of light
in the spectators' night

Then it ends

She gracefully bends
back down to earth

Till her next re-birth

by Erin