In satin shoe she took a step
Out onto stage as if set free
And as she did the pas-de-deux
Her broken heart, no one could see.

Engaging others as she danced
With ballerinos she excelled
Yet though as lovers they romanced
All thoughts of that had been dispelled.

Romance the papers talked about
Her secret life laid bare for all
But love in spotlight oft burns out
And broken heart caused her to fall.

And as she fell in motion, slow
Her life now almost gone
A crushing sense of sadness
She was the dying swan.

©Joe Wilson – Swan song…2015