The Dancers Silhouette

music leaves the speakers

 In a wave of expression

Moving from one side to the other 

Walking along the walls 

the waves gently guides her silhouette 

The floor anchors each note

 Killing the sound,

 giving light to emotion

 vibrato vibrates in direction of wood grain

 While the treble reaches for the light 

Chord progressions create a whirlpool 

Pulling the sounds toward the floor 

Dragging her silhouette 

In direction of the music 

Acoustics tear through her

 Splitting fantasy from reality 

A mist of tears extract from the vortex 

Raining over the outskirts of the room 

Leaving her parylyzed by rythym 

Her shaddow walks beside her silhouette 

Two of the same ,but so distant 

Out of frame, a mirrored image 

Stripping any flesh, leaving just a sketch 

She becomes a blank canvas 

The musics presence 

draws in pleasant essence 

Giving way to an open room 

An antique in her own mind 

Where her silhouette once swayed 

And her shaddow decayed 

The whirlpool decends

 while the chaos ends 

She walked silently out of the room 

Allowing her silhouette to guide her way

Reviews

[Deanna M.]

Wow, this poem is very moving. I really enjoyed reading it!! Every stanza really stood out to me especially the last one because it shows that when all the chaos was done all that was left of her was her silhouette. Something that was her now is leading her away. Very well written!!