She was a dancer 
the music and movement fed her soul 
she danced through life 
and every strife 
she moved with every season 
till she woke up one morning 
and couldn't move her feet 
she couldn't hear the music 
she was paralyzed with defeat 
she can only dance now in her mind 
longing for her life to rewind
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'till she woke up one morning and couldn't move her feet she couldn't hear the music' These lines remind me of Agnetha Faltskog the blond female singer from ABBA. If I remember correctly she did 4 solo albums after ABBA broke up from 1982-1989, then stopped playing and listening to music for 10 years, just resting walking thinking.
sometimes in life we fall out of step in differing seasons, the rhythm dance of life intricate temperature changes, we must create new dances a choreography of dance steps, merge into beauty edged into each seasons moments life dancing possibilities
Hi Terry, I was dancer when I was young. It breathe life into me. Song, dance and writing are like cousins, helping us to express ourselves. Thank you for your comment. Yes indeed we must choreograph a different dance as we venture into life's changing atmosphere.
Seasons and reasons! ! ! A dancer! Moving along with her steps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
When The Music Stops Dance Internal Songs sometimes in life we fall out of step in differing seasons the rhythm dance of life dictates intricate temperature changes we must create new dances a choreography of dance steps merge liquid beauty edged into each seasons moments life dancing possibilities we must create fresh new dances an entire choreography dazzling dance steps Inspired by the poem 'Dancer' by the poet Aqua Flower. Dedicated to the poet Aqua Flower.