My Little Bailadora



You dance with vigor and passion

On a stage no larger than a pin's head

Your hypnotic beat and radiance

Draw me in

The clicking of the castanets

The pounding of the tambourine

And the song of the guitar

Are all in my head

But you

Are real

You are a blaze of life

Surrounded by darkness

Adorned in white

I watch you whirl and twirl

Stomping the bolero,

The fandango

The wind begins to blow.

Faster and faster

You dance the flamenco

My heart races

With the quickening beat of your feet

Suddenly

You are lost

In a puff of smoke

The music

Slows

And an old violin cries

I find you

Swaying with the Skeleton

Rising up to the night

And then down to the earth

Your last dance:

The danse macabre.