Title: The Dance
By: Spiral
Rating: G
Summary: A sonnet for Severus...
Why do you sit so still while the music plays,
When those around you move to dance?
You treasure those songs from distant days,
But to let go again, you will not take the chance.
You think of how to move, that I can tell;
But thought must leave and the heart to limbs connect.
Is it because once you stood and then you fell,
Memories of bruises to protect?
Your mind cannot map out your steps for you,
To feel the music, through your soul it must flow.
The dance is in your heart, I know it's true;
That dancing is like breathing I think you know.
Take a dancer's hand and leave the past,
The music will be over far too fast.
By: Spiral
Rating: G
Summary: A sonnet for Severus...
When those around you move to dance?
You treasure those songs from distant days,
But to let go again, you will not take the chance.
You think of how to move, that I can tell;
But thought must leave and the heart to limbs connect.
Is it because once you stood and then you fell,
Memories of bruises to protect?
Your mind cannot map out your steps for you,
To feel the music, through your soul it must flow.
The dance is in your heart, I know it's true;
That dancing is like breathing I think you know.
Take a dancer's hand and leave the past,
The music will be over far too fast.