I cannot dance -
so, as I watch you play,
I rock from side to side,
in an awkward sway.

I am little -
the smallest girl, in
the sea of people who
contentedly sing.

I am clumsy -
no doubt, you will see
stumbles, close calls,
a graceless girl is she.

holding my hands high,
humming your melodies,
a mind elsewhere
as you sing about jealousy.

I cannot dance -
I have shaky hands,
but I do have
a roll of film, and you
can call the shots.