My Dance Teacher is the Wind

The music starts out so slow,
Trickling into me
And into her
She starts to move, just a little
Her minute movements are perfect
The music then swells
As she begins to dance, my eyes sting with tears
Not of sadness, but of sheer awe
Before my eyes, this woman has turned into the wind
She dances with the floor, not on it
She embraces gravity instead of defying it
But my tears come from the look on her face
She has left her audience and is lost in the music
She is so strong
So beautiful
I feel both contented envy and immense joy
Because she is my teacher
One day I shall become the wind with her