Movement of Life
She is dignified.
Her studies, of the highest value.
Artistic and light.
Her name, Étude
Her movements light with dignified grace,
peaks of interest, though
she knows no haste.
Étude, she is
The child of joy, her playful grin.
Bounce and beauty,
the epitome of spring.
Her name, Printemps.
Her body light
Printemps, she is
Her name, Libre
coiled in midnight.
Changes dark to light.
Flashes bright, she can take flight
Only to go back to the deep midnight.
The light motion, gone but never slack
for her colour, though dark is never black.
Libre, she is
High in class, elegant in action.
Her movements fast, though never hasty.
Long material touches her feet,
two fine shoes, their heels meet.
Her name, Mazurka
She has might, though ever graceful.
Mazurka, she shows
On the dance floor
I am anyone but me.
I am Étude, artistic and light.
I am Printemps, beautiful in flight.
I am Libre, coiled in midnight.
I am Mazurka, lively with might.
Four dances to connect
four chances to project
my love of dance,