The stage is empty and the audience gone
I walk my scene in silence.
Cue to cue, the curtain drawn.
I bow in soft defiance.

No soul is here that I can see
I practice to dance and to wiggle
Then the spotlight turned on me,
And I heard a whispered giggle.

I gazed the seats with a confused frown
and saw not a ghost in the place.
But then I looked directly down
And saw a grinning face.

A little girl was standing there
smiling face focused on me.
She had limitless eyes and golden hair.
So young so pure... so free.

I smiled at her and continued to dance.
She clapped and laughed away.
A foxtrot here, a pirouette glance,
keeping absolutely nothing at bay.

I finished my trot and bowed at her.
She giggled and told me goodbye.
Alone once more in a wonderful blur,
I smiled and felt more alive.