24 December 2012
You took to the stage, With your tutu of turquoise, Stood still for an age, Full of posture and poise,
The music starts, You look up, The strings of the harp, Melodically struck,
You move with elegance, Across the floor, You act the character of benevolence, Your grace hard to ignore,
Like an effortless gazelle you leap, Into the arms of man, Then you push him away huddle in a heap, Dramatic effect the directors plan,
Violins play, tuning atmospherics, Drums begin to beat, The emotion portrayed you in hysterics, The picture created by your dancing feet,
The spotlight directs itself to you, Highlighting your look of grey, Light reflects off the dazzling tutu, A night at the ballet.
The Ballet • Opuss № I