You
You see her twirling
in a floral dress, on
the balls of her feet.
You see her running
to and from the stage
---preparing for the
next scene.
You heard the beat
of the drum; going
in 4/4 rhythm while
the tuba and sax
played their
improvised parts.
You see the colors
in the background
change from dark
to light--sad to happy.
You see the audience
come and go.
You hear the audience
talk about the show;
what they liked--
and didn't like.
You see her
come and go;
leaving her marks
on the stage.
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