Pointed toes
Touch the stage of life
The curtain opens
       Silence
Delectable first step
The wind section of the orechestea ushers me in
I am the music
I am the audience
I am the dancer
All in one moment
Second step
Anxiety
The brass section barges into my being
I am the brass
Stomping with elegance
Storming with poise
I am the storm
I am the victim being flung around by wind and by brass
And silence
Twirl
Flow
Ethereal skirt twill above my ankles
Passion and hate
Love and peace
Caught in the spot light
Beaming on stage
Chasing me like a criminal
Caught in a pursuit
I am the criminal
I am the law
Black. White.
Torture. Pleasure
Sailing through gravity
Land
Step
Raise a trembling hand to the light
Bow