Tiny ballerinas line up behind the curtains
Like goldfish in a glass bowl
Taking a peek to the world outside
Wondering who's out there –
The curtains swing up –
Their little porcelain hearts pounding like crazy
Music triggers their waves, luminous bending,
Their milky white hands move so softly
Like breeze over the rye fields –
Amazed they turn, they swing,
Driven by a strange force,
As if they were puppets on a string.
The dance unfolds its secret patterns
The tiny dancers see and feel and follow –
The sound waves enter their bodiesTransforming them into movement and light.