Tempo knocks into her bones
Her body moves immaculately
each move a diamond in choreography
Her performance catches them all in trance
The night whispers and conspires
smoothing her over as the beat goes high
legs and arms agile and lythe
Kicking out and spinning wide
Lights obey her form
The rhythm wakes from within
It shifts and she transitions
easy grace revealed in her Instinct
Her hair flying caught by the night
caressed then sent back suavely
Her steps and swerves synchronize melodically
As if the music came from her and not a speaker
Arms extend fingers touch wistful stars
Calves hit hamstrings as she lowers herself
The pause mixes astonishment with still silence
Then a deafening standing ovation
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