Gracefully moving, the ballerina twirls
Her dress of soft fabric flowing with the tune
Endlessly spinning, dancing around
Unyielding to the charm of the sound
Calmer than silence and lighter than air
More enchanted than the moon with silvery rays
Sweeter than a maiden ever so fair
To end the song, I could not even dare
Never to stop, the ballerina still dancing
The serenity of the music seemingly everlasting
There is bliss in a sonnet, a splendor in a poem
But one can never resist the magic in a song
