• Snowflake Dance
    Twisting in and out of each other
    Searching for a partner

    None have the same face nor do they have the same sway to the music that can only be heard by those who don't try to hear it

    Bows and curtsies then off they go
    Swishing ball gowns in every shade of the sky and tuxedos as dark as night glide across the air as weightless and as free as the wind on which eagles fly

    Mystical movements hypnotize the unaware and freeze them to their spot

    Pure white faces glare at you as they swirl to the ground

    More and more dancers fill the air as the sky grows dark
    But suddenly

    The snowflake dance is at an end as the fingers that sparkle as bright and as restless as a wandering flame reach from their place high in the heavens above
    And touch each glittering form reducing them to no more than droplets of water that soaks the ground beneath our feet

    And yet among the water remains one dancer whose tears and cries fill the air around them
    It echoes on until forever, a cry for what once was, beauty at its finest