Music and dance
Her life's pulse
She is compelled
Can't resist
Like an ocean
The music ebbs and swells
And sweeps her in a deep joy
Everything else abandoned
Life's ills and hurts are no more !

She can SEE the music
Imagining the dance
The rhythm and the flow
It gives her wings
The lifts and jumps
Are high to the sky
And majesticaly slow!

But the grand jete
Comes at a price
Every sinew cries
The beautiful arabesque
An epitome of grace
The long line of pirouettes
So fast only a blur
An elegant refrain
And no one see
That her joints are screaming in pain.

Yet
Day in and day out
practisìng ,  rehearsing
For a thousandth time
Finding the strength
For a thousand  and one

Still
The music soars
And in her mind
She is flying,
Turning
Gliding
With a geat joy !
Dance is her life.

Yes, I am still dreaming
Of what might have been once
I just was never good enough.