A flute sounds
low and plaintive
filling the studio,
stilling the whispers.
After a brief silence,
a rhythmic drum tap
begins to echo through
the rafters overhead.
The performer enters
the center spotlight,
tresses cascading down.
A violin joins in while
she bows with grace
in purple dress that
brushes the stage.
As the ensemble launches
a haunting melody,
she whirls into the dance.
© 1972, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.