The dancer

From the dark of the curtain she entered
Tiptoeing silent steps to the centre of her being
Sunbeam Spotlight casting her shadow
Lithe form Silhouetted
Lengthening her tiny frame
Increasing height, anticipation

Fine features shadowed eyes
Caste down meekness in her form
A slight tremor unperceivable almost
Evidence of her weathered storm

Hands lift perfect in pose
Momentary stillness an upturned rose
Seeking that practiced form
Delicate litany of her life to enact
Must be exact

Initial
Her steps were confidant and sure
To the tap of the notes
The audience dared sighed for more
The miss of a beat
A tumble to the floor
Silent gasps
Oh fallen angel arise, we implore
Feel our wills lifting you
Sighing eyes, fingers touch lips

A silent pearl glides across her cheek
Imploding upon the glistening floor
She stands unseeing of there silent faces
Faltering Curtsey
Quickened tiptoes to the darkened curtain
Silent shame etches her stilted frame
This her world no more