I was a ballerina in a past life.
Of course, I can’t be certain.
But as I look in the mirror,
lift my arms, tilt my neck—
I know this place,
this grace.
And sometimes I wonder why.

I was a ballerina in a past life.
Of course, I can’t be certain.
But as I look in the mirror,
lift my arms, tilt my neck—
I know this place,
this grace.
And sometimes I wonder why.
Music is the wind,
and I am the air.
And we gracefully dance,
and we blissfully play,
and we claim our place
within the fabric of
the other
until we are one.