Silent Dancer

She dances to the beat Of the songs in her head Light on her feet She'll gracefully tread Circles in motion Throughout the air Releasing her potion She's happy to share The others admire the things she sees The music she hears The melodies She was born to feel passion Created to shine Minus art, she's crashing Without beauty, she's blind She opens a book And steps inside For a deeper look More fulfilling ride With paper and pen She bears her soul At ease, she'll begin Her language will roll Whenever she speaks Words become art It's not that she tweaks They're derived from her heart When in her presence A fire is blazing Her very essence Is rather amazing For every concern She holds the answer So much to be learned From this silent dancer