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Still Life...at rest
In black and white,
A stilled pose.
An art quiet
After the crescendo rose.
A dance completed,
Resting in shadowed light.
The passion of the heart
Pushing to the impossible height.
The elegance of simple movement
Transformed to a thing of beauty.
The joy of airborne flight,
A work of love truly.
Now, still life, caught in silence,
Adding support for pursuit beyond her fragility.
The dancer rests for the moment,
Seeking solitude for the individuality
From whence the response must come
To celebrate the music she hears inside.
Resting in black and white shadows,
Seeking the passion where her art abides.