Feet arched like a hunter's bow

A familiar face smiles as if to ask 

"Are you ready?"

I turn back to my reflection

Years of neglect hide all my imperfections

The player strokes a few notes from the beaten piano

It's time

I strech out like the sunrise

And slide my foot across the once glossy oak floor

The melody intesifies

My body follows the notes

My feet flutting like butterflies

Never missing a step

It's like I had never stopped

The tune slows 

And my body begins to wilt

The player tickles the last note out of the piano

And vanishes

Leaving me alone

With the echo