I love the way she dances
any time the music plays
but even when there's silence
she dances anyway

It might just be her eyes that dance
sparkling and beguiling
or it might just be her mouth this time
A half-grin, maybe smiling

Sometimes when she dances
it's with fire, unrestrained
Spinning the blaze around her
to burn the fear away

Other times she dances slow
those days that she feels safe
Sharing secrets long held close
from another time and place

I love the way she dances
any time the music plays
Slow, ablaze or silent
I love them all the same