A stale tasting box

The smell of sawdust

Is it so sweet

To be loved?

I wonder what makes

A performance so delicious

To decide to take a waltz

The sugar in its sounds

How profound it is to

Look

And by another’s account

Be found

A ballerinas ball

How beautiful, the song

Just as beautiful

Inclosed in space

But only real

If it is saw

The ballerinas dance

The ballerina bawls