Pirouettes

Piano music playing with just one girl—

surrounded by mirrors, barres, and

beaming lights.

A ballerina elegantly turning in an empty 

studio, yet she never feels lonely.

The ball of her foot pressing into the 

floor hard as her ankle, arch, and passè 

continue to lift higher than ever. 

The noise of the leather of the pirouette shoe 

diminishing while finding herself, for just a 

glimpse, before the next rotation begins. 

The tempo repeated over and over again

in her blank mind—