She dances with grace, like the sun
With that she does not fret
Like a braided ribbon that never comes undone
And a shadow with a perfect silhouette
That Smile that casts a light, yet weighs a ton
For she is one with the music, not once going offset
Gliding across the stage’s wooden field
Colorful stars illuminating her
The beauty of night is hers to wield
Roaring applause creates a vicious blur
Tears streaming a burning cheek
A performance so quaint and erratic
Her dance can make one weak
But in during all this, there is no thought, just static