ballet dancer

playing a harp from my dark bed
i watch the ballet dancer inside my head
silently dancing beneath her light
on that vast plain of perpetual night
the ceaseless voices check their muttering
when the harp strings begin to sing
and music soothes the beasts they say
but only for the moment they listen
o to dance like she does!
to come from nowhere and there return
each time the strings are stilled
but while those clumsy fingers play
hers is the world and all watch her move
though i think the world matters little to her
none can command the dance of the dancer
but that soft music played just for two ears
demands its dancing from anyone who hears
and the crowds with their voices hush at first note
and part as she steps to meet furtive beat
because none can touch a dancer making love to her art
spotlighted dancing across silent heart