Brayden's Recital Poem by Keith Langdon

Bring down the lights.
Huddle before the claustrophobic stage.
Lower voices to a hush.
The curtain rises at the stroke of the wand,
and in monochromatic splendor – she appears!
Quiet gasps fill the room
as the dance begins – acappella.
Supple limbs stroke the stage
with fluid twists and rapid pirouettes
as the sound of silence floods the star
of silver screen
in her debut.
With naked heart in double time
she dances – breathless.
Finale – curtsy – curtain –
and the audience rises in tears.