I thought to dance upon your page
move to whatever rhythm I’d find
romance, angst, peace or rage
raw and edgy, smooth and refined
A symphony of worded passion
rising to a crescendo of feeling
a cymbal crash the culmination
leaves your dancers reeling
Came upon some back street blues
interlude of emotional free fall
you listened well to that muse
your tune held dancers in thrall
Mother Nature shared her melody
a calming tune for sheltered souls
aspiring to become a rhapsody
giving your dancers back control
The unforgiving crush of metal
ensconces nerve endings with fire
continuous stinging of nettle
dancers for you ready to retire
So my dance comes to a close
the cadence you designed
the beautiful songs you compose
ah the beat of a poetic mind
