Ballet With a Silent Muse: In 6/8

I

Light
Without waver
Flame
Without tongue

Time
Fans a silence
Long ago
Sung

II

Dance
Upon tip-toe
To the still
Of your light

Stacotto;
Each step
A code
To the night

III

No place
Left for shadows
To emphasize
Space

The quiet
Of darkness
Has taken
Its place

IV

But the sheen
From the floor
Now dented
In rows

Lights the dark
To reveal
That nothing still
Shows


V

Then…

With a bow
Towards my pen
As you
Turn off the stage

Silence
Once more
Dances over
This page

VI

This liquid
As dark
As the space
Now defined

Hears no sound
From the steps
On this stage
Of my mind