they taught you the steps but you
made them your own. light toes against
the worn parquet, slithering, sliding.
under the spotlight, your beauty is ethereal,
your grace frozen in time.
when you dance, you own the room.
harsh spotlight reflected on the
glittering golden leaf in your hair. like a leaf
blown and tossed in the wind, you succumb
to the music's will and power as the awed claps
swell into a thunderous applause.
and i feel my blood leaving my
head and flowing away, to
the heart of the music and rhythm and beat,
to where the steps all begin
and the movements end.
when you dance, i hold my breath and pray
you never fall. you musn't fall - you
can't fall.
but even if you do, i'll be there at the bottom of the
stage, waiting to catch a falling
star.