Lace patterns

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 bodies

Transforming them into movement and light.