Stay a while and be my muse,
the only time you tell the truth
is in a room of mirrors,
filled with tiny dancing figures.

I can see it in your eyes,
you aren't in this room.
Your leaps lift you from the lies,
and your twirling in full bloom.

But I've heard stories of you,
and I can't help wonder if they're true.
Do you hear the whispers follow you?
Or do you drown them out with those dancing shoes?

But I don't care if what they say is valid,
you put me in a trance as you dance another ballad.