I'll dance until my ten toes are bruised,
My bones twisted, muscles misused,
To the symphony to my heart of which you have abused,
I'll perform only for you, my one and only Muse.

My heart beats to the song of which I am bound,
I twirl and leap endlessly as if wound,
A tireless Ballerino, making nary a sound,
Prancing and contorting on stoic ground.