My Happy Place

I look through the curtains

I see dancers -

Sliding, twirling, leaping,

Flying.

 

The song fades away

The dancers leave

I hear a familiar tune 

The next song, the next dance

We take the stage.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Counts, music and movement

A lot of feeling

Together that makes the perfect dance

The music stops

The crowd goes wild

Smiling, I stand on the stage, watching

I think I’ve found my happy place

Reviews

[zainul]

Lovely work.
Very vivid picture of your happy place.