A poem in itself,
harp plus prima donna,
but from the pit,
more guts,
the sound of pluck,
tap of toe shoe on
stage plank,
torque of spin,
the impeccable
geometry of arpeggio

And up on stage,
the thump after leap,
reminding us of
gravity defied
and the returning
respect for
Isaac Newton,
the rogue appleā€™s
notorious fall,