The Dancer

Closed room full of mirrors,
Reflections of many sides,
Wooden floors made to smoothness,
and there, i see her glide.
I see the notes flying in the air,
Spreading through with so much flare.
I hear the beat penetrating the walls,
Waiting to soar to those who call.
I see her move with so much passion,
Love and satisfaction.
I see the glow in her eyes,
and all the light on her side.
I see a little me,
Waiting to break free.