a gentle stroke of the piano and my soul takes off
I close my eyes and let my heart guide my steps
as the pace quickens so does my joy
A smile emerges from my face
a simple turn, a simple dip and a simple prance
and even among the mirrors upon my stature I do not glance
I let my heart carry my steps with the delicacy of lace
The music then takes a dark tone
the feeling of being lost and alone
a tear runs down my face and splashes on the wood
and I danced as if my soul never again could
The piano plays it's last key
the dance has ended with a gentle glide
I fall to my knee
knowing this dance I will hide
Because it is not a dance of body
but a dance of soul and dreams
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