The Dancer

She steps out onto the floor

The moment she touches it, she’s gone.

Her eyes glow, her arms raise, and her feet move.

She twirls and tumbles and leaps

All thoughts vanish

As she loses control.

The movements amaze her watchers

Even the angels stop and stare

As she is possessed by the beat.

The drums shine in her eyes

The music streams from her fingertips

Everything about her is song.

She does not know what is happening

She is merely the music’s guide

Humble and obeying

It searches for a way to escape

It controls her every breath

Her every step, her every dance.