The room is vacant of all amenities;
Open, baron, free of obstacles that
Would hinder her from releasing
The passion that drives her soul;
Empty, sans a stereo, the tool
That unleashes this passion.



She cares not what her ears
Shall reveal to her mind, nor
How it will guide her movements,
Or dictate her thoughts.
No eyes shall see it, no
Applause shall be received, she
Enters this dance for only herself.



Hastening to the center of the room;
She poises herself for her painting to unfold.
The music is the canvass,
Her body is the picture.
With eyes fixed upon an unseen object,
Her mind readies her body to
Become a slave to the music.
The music shall capture her, whisking
Her to a place that only she knows;
No other could know this utopia.



With the first beat, the first note;
All thoughts, all woes, and
All the problems that burdened
Her being, are banished, as if
A mystical Knight in gleaming
Armor would slay her dragon;
The dance is her mystical knight.



The music pulls her into paradise,
Her body reacting as if to a lover,
Seducing her to ecstasy, beyond
Pleasure that the lover could only
Hope to bring forth..


Every sway of her arms, improvised;
Each pirouette, unplanned; but
Executed with precision; as her
Mind is telling her everything is
Right in the world; peace and
Tranquility conquers the troubles
That led her to the baron room.



She knows the end of her dance
Is near; she feels the music releasing
Her from its loving embrace, allowing
Her to be free, no longer having
Control over her.



A slight disappointment settles in
As she bows to the final note,
Applause does not follow,
For this dance was
For her, and her alone.