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..