At the Audition by Tom Harmon

She slid tiny feet
into ballet slippers
and soared
in swirls around the room
arms extended
body-suited
defying gravity.

Suspended in that moment
I wished my fingers
could dance across strings
making the old Martin sing songs
worthy of her sailing space
and time and movement.
But they couldn’t.

She filled silence
with sounds of grace
only eyes of the opened mouthed
could hear.