Watching you pirouette to Tchaikovsky,
I see glistening moon orbiting earth,
sense brilliant igniting in distant sky—
art-inspiring eye of a new star’s birth—
feel timeless melding of universe’s
caress as your body spins, ascending
with violin’s vibrato, my verses
rising with you, our dimensions bending
like liquid glass, each will melting into
one will, energy swirling, creating
fire of voices swelling as angels’ do,
embraced by cosmos’s endless mating.
Suddenly you and music stop. We kneel,
holding still inside the eternal wheel.
Roger Armbrust
October 22, 2007
