The flutter of her fingers

Causes phosphorescent glow.

A delicate little wrist

Expressing more than I'll ever know.

A spray of tulle, a rosebud mouth,

The arch of satin foot en pointe.

She turns, a blur, a squeaky board,

Bewitching from my vantage point.

Her dance is rhythmic, 'round the floor,

I'm in a trance, my eyes are glued.

Sugar Plum Fairies, swans and sylphs,

The supernatural worlds intrude.

And yet the shadows steal into

The fairy tales, her dreamlike smile.

Nefarious kings, a wounded heart,

The mantle of grief she does beguile.

I feel a lump within my throat,

A heat that's rising, springing tears.

She is so lovely, feminine,

She vanishes almost all of my fears.

I am transported, stolen away,

The old piano soothingly sings.

My body rocks, my hips they sway,

I'm soaring on magnificent wings.