I dance as if it is air, Gliding upon the surface As not to make a Disturbance, Whispering, Gliding, Upon the veil of the floor I am in motion, movement Is my form, Each rhyme is like my own Heartbeat, It washes over me, cleanses my soul, I am akin to a feather Blowing ever gently in the wind I flow, then ebb I move as if I am called upon Arm Torso Legs Bend and arch out, fingers tell a Story in movement, My whole person is the Frame, Music Painted Is the brush that started with But a stroke, and finished with Many movements flowing within, The beats as I glide upon the *veil of the floor..