I look upon the crowd to see.

So many faces looking back.

All waiting patient just for me.

Only to see just what I lack.

Preparing, widening my stance.

Breathe deep. Inhale, exhale, last glance.

The music starts, this is my chance.

To show them just how well I dance.

Is this what they are looking for.

They look and gaze, I leap and bound.

I do not look for praise, no more.

I look for what cannot be found.

At least not in a crowd, but one.

The quiet calm of on the run.

The calm of solitary fun.