It started with the music,
her love for music carried her round.
And oh how she danced with that tune,
how she swayed like wind amongst the trees.
Her talent grew with her passion
and people came far and wide to see her prance.
Fate finally brought her largest performance,
the world sat hushed as the lights dimmed and curtain rose.
Stepping out into the light she was cheered
she was loved.
Carrying the world on her shoulders,
proving to those watching in awe,
that she was the most magnificent of them all,
the "meilleur des meilleurs".
Her body moved and her arms stretched
and on that night the crowd roared
and cheered forever it seemed.
Because she proved two things,
she was the best in the world
and that she no longer loved to dance.
For she realized she danced for the sake of the end.
She realized she forgot what it was like
to love to dance for herself.

Le bruit m’est insupportable
le silence me l’est tout autant

Mes pieds déformés
n’ont jamais su danser

Et si mes pieds n’ont jamais
su danser

alors mes pensées non plus

You cannot swim,
So do not drown in me.
You cannot dance,
So do not break your legs trying.
You cannot fly,
So do not starve yourself, kneeling at your bed,
praying your ribs turn to wings.

Up,
   Once.
Down, down,
             Twice.

Art is the only good we will ever do,

Pas,
     Pas,
            [end]
Curtains. Bow. Open your eyes.

I do not have the words
to tell you how beautiful you are.
             Ô, ballerine, comme je te méprise.

My art rots inside me.