Dance
By sivyoci
The needle caresses the record and static becomes proseMy hand is welcomed by the barre and my breath is held closeAs music begins, it guides my arm aloft and I am to prepareNotes continue to push my body, spirit, heart and I feel as though on airPlie', tondu, tourne'...in motion I bend, point and turnMusicians or if angels, let me dance and let my heart burnI am in love, momentum pulls me...a great finale' is on stageThrow no roses, I perform for you in this studio, if only for your gazeAcross the floor of life, a reverance', my dance a gift for youI turn my body around and practice again, my love...start the music new Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 30 2001 03:01 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"The needle caresses the record and static becomes proseMy hand is welcomed by the barre and my breath is held closeAs music begins, it guides my arm aloft and I am to prepareNotes continue to push my body, spirit, heart and I feel as though on airPlie', tondu, tourne'...in motion I bend, point and turnMusicians or if angels, let me dance and let my heart burnI am in love, momentum pulls me...a great finale' is on stageThrow no roses, I perform for you in this studio, if only for your gazeAcross the floor of life, a reverance', my dance a gift for youI turn my body around and practice again, my love...start the music new..."