HouseofChabrier

Upon the cheeks of memory On sunlit smiles and starry tears She climbs a stage of woven nights Built upon our hopes and fears Wrought of nought but silver mist Her gracious float, it heeds no wind And through her eyes of liquid glass She sees where every joy is pinned A step A leap A pirouette Her feet so soft, her hands, they drift To silver cords and golden strings Bundled in her arms, she lifts And now the moon can see her prize Its beams of light enclose her feet On velvet steps she soon ascends To stars To sleep And where they meet She bows her head to deep applause The music starts, she now begins To roaring rain