Ssshhh!
Can you hear the footsteps and the petit pas?
Pssst! My feet ache from all the movements,
Can you give them a rub?
Underneath the slow-motion warm-ups,
There lies wonder and awe,
For the flowing arms
Can not block what I saw...
Jetee and Plie.
The terrace steps do not forgive a fall
Nor does the hallway that leads from the foyer.
So come closer to me, I will show you a place,
One where you can bend and form with magical grace.
First plie, you extend your shoulders and then flex
Your ankles collide while your feet turn out,
Then you jump into eternity, as you hum your favourite tune
And turn into a lady ballerina so soon...
You were once my little girl,
A quiet jumper,
Now you bound with glee
...
Plie and then jetee
Across the room and the hours.
A wonder for all
To see.
