So sleek and smooth his feet do glide
along the floor beneath him..
His eyes close as he feels the beat
guiding his soul in rhythm..
Deaf and dumb this dancer born
but lucky, he feels, is he..
Although he can’t hear nor speak
his deep blue eyes can see..
He taps alone in his empty home
and taps amongst the crowds..
He taps his feet whilst he drinks and cooks
and as he laughs out loud..
Suddenly,into his life, came a
swan so beautiful and slender.
Her satin skin and long ebony hair
draping along her figure.
His heart stops and his eyes tear
for he has everything to fear..
He has no voice to use in wooing..
no sweet nothings for her to hear..
Years go by as they both only see
one another from a distance..
Shy and scared of what couldn’t be
but aware of the others existence..
Sharing nervous glances and flirting expressions
they dance around the floor..
Building the courage to dance a little closer
and perhaps, by chance , a little more..
Seen in her eyes, a new welcoming look
that he had never seen before.
After all these years, could it possibly be?
This, he could no longer ignore.
Consumed by courage, he waits no longer
to approach his beautiful swan..
Eager to tap his way into her heart
letting her know she’s, undoubting, the one..
Carefully he approaches and once he arrives
he looks passionately into her eyes.
She waits eagerly to hear what he’ll say
but no words come forward, but alas to her surprise……
The tapper taps a javanaise´ dance
and his eyes begin to shimmer,
anxious that his swan will not understand
and that his silence may deter her.
Her head tilts to the side wondering why
this man before her is only dancing..
when all the other prospects used
alluring words in their romancing..
For once , by a man, impressed was she
to see his love expressed so true..
So much passion and heartfelt romance
proven in a single click of his shoe..
She watched him tap in circles
around her ballerina stance.
Bringing a delighted smile to her face
by the charming illuminating tapper’s dance.
She floats over to him on her tippy toes
and gently grabs his collar..
Pulling him closer to her dainty curves
resting her hand across his shoulder..
Eager to speak of the rushing emotions
she has held inside so long….but
she sees hesitation hiding in his eyes
and softly asks him, ”What is wrong?”
His shoulders fall and he shakes his head
saying to himself inside,
”How can such a beauty love someone like me”
and then his soul begins to cry.
He turns away before he can see
disappointment in her eyes..
She runs to him and twirls him around
with a smiling face, discouraging goodbyes..
The swan realizes now what this
brilliant silent man was telling her..
That even though he can’t speak or hear
his dancing can prove he loves her..
Her heart gasps ,yet no pity in sight,
grabbing his face with both hands..
Kissing his lips for the very first time
knees weaken right where they both stand.
Taking his arm, she starts to sway
moving his form with her own..
Showing him that words and sound mean nothing
when the rhythm of two souls are one..
Love it! I need to read this again with a glass of wine. Reminds me of the “Tango”, which I love. Only this is a Tango of lives. Beautiful.