my reading of "the beauty in the being" -she says she can't dance
as she does piqué turns, pliés and lunges, escapes, behind her eyes, away from me into another world. her external acrobatics reflect not what's within but that unreachable song beyond - the place the music carries her, away from me into another world. and she laughs, says she can't move to music inside her anymore, but the drum I beat gets her to tap her foot, move in a circle, do a pirouette, |