with every move you make,
you remind me of a swaying kite
gracefully letting yourself be
as you get carried away by the currents of the wind

with every beat of the music,
you're not dancing with your feet
you are moving with your heart
the rhythm and melody loud and clear in your ears

it is as clear as crystals will ever be in your grace,
the way you move so true and sure of yourself
the beads of sweat sprouting on your face
define soaring grace and the purest flair