There you were, on tiptoes dancing
Dipping deep, reaching high
Forever lost in the moment
A ballerina riding a shooting star
We held our breath
as you reached beyond time
Beyond places breath can take us
To places only the heart can go
On tiptoes you swirled and spun
like a perfectly balanced top
Such grace, such beauty
Only a butterfly knows
Some things only love knows
No words capture
No plan contains us
When in perfect balance we dance
Poetic Alchemist 
Rebecca: Thanks so much. Poetry is just part of my daily preactice.
Thank you for writting such a beautiful poem. Truly in a sense you have a soul of a poet.
” Some things only love knows
No words capture
No plan contains us
When in perfect balance we dance ”
True .
akash
Dan: Thanks. Indeed they do, Dob.
Yeah. The Adagio and the Adagietto are a sort of pair, alright. Love them both, and they both make you misty, don’t they, Maynard?
Polona: Thanks. We all dance in different ways. You dance with your camera and your fingers on the keyboard writing beautiful poetry and I assume in many other ways.
Dan: This is one of my favorite all-time pieces. I LOVE Mahler’s Adagietto, much as I love Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings. Check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRMz8fKkG2g (Both bring tears to my eyes). Thank you for bringing this one back to me.
when in perfect balance we dance… wow!
says something about my reluctance to dance đŸ™‚
http://youtube.com/watch?v=duSL3y2LASI&feature=related