I Keep Dancing

November 13, 2010
I stand, frozen
twisted limbs
arched feet
straining every muscle
and still looking graceful
ten thousand thoughts race through my still, silent head
as I wait
and then the curtain opens
and I release my rigid pose
and dance,
my feet beating out the rhythm
telling a story so complex
in a language written long ago
twirling, bending, stretching,
the air is full of silent music
an entire orchestra in my toes
and then the music stops;
the last violin quivers and is silent
the curtain sweeps closed
but the music in my feet
keeps playing

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SpringRayyn said...
Dec. 1, 2010 at 7:08 am
Could you look at (possibly comment and rate) my article "The Language of dance"? your article reminded me of it. I think this peice sounds just as graceful as dancing itself.
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