Why Dance?
I asked,
Until I saw
The body whirl,
The color flow.
Drawn in. Things felt.
Were I to try to
Say them back,
I’d have to dance.
Why Sing?
I asked,
Until I heard
The hymn of praise that
drew a tear.
Emotions stirred. So deep—
Were I to
Spell them out,
I’d have to sing.
Why Paint?
I asked,
Until I saw
The well-loved scene
With captur’d mood.
A feeling rare, hard to
Explain. Just to
I’d have to paint.
So now I know
Why dancers stretch,
Why voices strain,
Why artists toil.
To capture feeling,
A glimpse expressed—
Where volumes fail.
one dance,
one song,
one scene,
Will do.