The beauty of a dancer,
Carefully spinning,
Light, soft, smooth as silk,
Moving at the rythm of vibrating air particles...

Nothing like a bird or a swan,
More like a free indian making an ode
An ode to freedom, to feeling without thinking
Into bringing sadness to an end.

Sometimes making a quick turn simulating restraint,
Yet always ending as it began:
Pure, free, dynamic,
Light blue...

A leaf swinging in the wind
And the sense of lightness that it brings,
As the curtains slowly fall down on her.