when she dances, the world seems to melt away: nothing is left but her, twirling endlessly on a backdrop of stars, galaxies passing in front of her closed eyes. when she dances, the cosmos stops to watch, enthralled as their essence is captured by flowing movements to music composed with them in mind. when she dances, she remembers those she has loved and those who are gone. when she dances, she looks like a poem about loss.