Ballet is only painful

Without the right music.

But I can endure the physical strain

If Clair de Lune is playing.

I move quietly

Do not mistake my delicacy for fear.

I match the rise and fall

There is grace in my tears.

I spin on my toes

The world is flashing around me

I am alone in my thoughts

On a lake shines the moon.

I focus on her,

Sweet Clair de Lune