In the moonlit halls where silence sings,
Whispers of movement begin to rise,
Feet trace patterns of forgotten things,
As shadows dance beneath the skies.

With every turn, a story unfolds,
A tapestry woven in graceful arcs,
Bodies sway as the music holds,
Echoes of joy in the beating hearts.

Through the night, the dancers glide,
In sync with the stars’ gentle gleam,
An artful waltz with time as their guide,
Lost in the depths of a waking dream.

As dawn approaches, the rhythm slows,
A final bow, a whispered goodbye,
In their eyes, the light softly glows,
A dance eternal beneath the sky.