A single spotlight, gold and plush.
A dancer waits, a silent prayer,
Her breath a mist upon the air.
The music starts, a whispered sigh,
And with a flick, her spirit flies.
Her limbs become the wind's swift grace,
A whirlwind spun through time and space.
Her steps, like jewels on polished floor,
Scatter light, and then implore,
The heart to beat, the soul to soar,
With every turn, she asks for more.
Her eyes, a flame, a burning star,
Reflect the pain, the joy, the scar.
A story told in silent rhyme,
Of love and loss, and fleeting time.
The music fades, a final breath,
The dancer stands, a silent death.
But in the hush, the stage still holds,
A story etched in gold and folds.