Fly through the air
a soft "pfft" in my hands made
again up with a flair
a flourish masquerade
green, yellow, red, blue
all forming into one
combining and blending into one hue
oh how can something so hard, be so fun?
a glance, a breeze, a fingertip brush
bring them down falling swiftly
all 'round looks the crowd, looks on with a hush
as comes down the curtain with them silently
