The ripple of the water,
A song of sight,
Flow through her body
Telling stories of joy and pain
In each bend and wave.

Her leg stretches,
Leaps and twirls
Dictating rhythms of will
And time.

Arms extending,
Catching the moments in between,
Where the tale ended and
Began again.

Cyclic stories
Of laughter and sadness
Flitter at the tip of her fingers
Where music meets expression
And the wind dances with the steps.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy