BURN (Wattys2015?)

butterfly

delicate

is the only word i think

could adequately describe you

you flutter around the room

so gracefully, so fragile

like a butterfly

something that's just slightly out of reach

you're not the same person

when you're dancing

you become something so passionate

and fierce

i hardly know you at all

and i'm mesmerized by you

i always knew you danced

but i never knew you could do it so well

and i never saw the look in your eyes

that told me ballet was your favorite

lover

(i'll admit i was jealous)

the other dancers

paled compared to you

you belong to a different universe

one that hadn't been discovered yet

i could see the envy and admiration

(it was written all over their faces,

and you know how good i am at reading)

when it was over and the room was empty

you stood in front of the mirrors

with you leg on the bar 

and you stayed silent for a while

gazing at yourself in the glass

i couldn't tell what you were thinking

but i wanted to know

"play the piano" you said

and without question i went and started to play

it had been a while but you still swayed to the music

like a butterfly clinging to a leaf

in the wind

i played consolation number 3 by Liszt

and Beethoven's piano sonata number 14

because i felt like the music

could describe you better

than i ever could

you started to dance

it wasn't any routine

it was just you

and it was just me

and i played for you

and you danced for me

and i think i've never had to pleasure

of knowing you better

than i did right then