A movement may end with a point of a toe,
Or the droop of her head in a roll,
Every mark hitting its physical goal–
But the motion begins…the motion begins in her Soul.

Whatever the role, she’s Music made Movement, Movement made Feeling;
Kaleidoscopic Emotion revealing:
Arms become Wings/ Jumps touching the ceiling…
Now spinning, now turning, now reeling!

Many rich years, danced with Laughter and Tears;
Danced with each Feeling the Heart adheres;
Danced with each Loathing the Spirit fears;
Danced with each Nuance Intelligence hears.

But in every moment of every role,
The motion begins…the motion begins in her Soul.

[Photo from Flickr by Megyarsh]