A dancer stands, calm and poised

Center stage.

For a moment she waits, utterly still

Then in an instant she is all motion, twirling and leaping in the air

So begins her dance.

Her every motion is perfect

Every graceful flick of a foot, every gentle curl of a finger

Appears effortless

Not a single human error sneaks into her dance

They remain ever hidden behind her flawless façade.

She flies

Her body moving with passion and elegance

Her face betraying no emotion 

She gazes at nothing 

Behind her eyes a look of calculating intensity as she sweeps across the floor

Her carefully kept countenance untouched.