To her it means everything

dun matter the suffering

the lights are the target

the others are surrogate

a step onto the hard wood

livens up her mood

her eyes downcast

upon her every planned step

the space so vast

much more depth

no one needs to gaze

all covered in the smoky haze

shadows have her grace

songs on her lips u can taste

its her silent movements

that holds short that moment

cant describe that stillness

but moving images

curtain to curtain

hangs the sweat stains

And there was where.

he.made his point.

and she flipped the coin

it never landed.

away she danced.

will she ever know?