The Tapper And His Swan


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..

—A. Joleigh

My favorite art piece by  Leonid Afremov http://afremov.com/

My favorite art piece by
Leonid Afremov
http://afremov.com/

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