Poem about dancing

In a realm where music weaves its spell,
A dance begins, a tale to tell.
The rhythm whispers, calls the feet,
To move in time, a dance so sweet.

Upon the stage, in shadows’ grace,
Bodies entwine, a tender embrace.
The melody guides every sway,
As dancers in the moonlight play.

Their silhouettes in fluid motion,
A dance, a language, pure emotion.
Graceful arcs and twirls unfold,
A story in the steps they hold.

The waltz of passion, a tango’s fire,
Expressed in moves that never tire.
Feet that flutter, like leaves in the breeze,
A dance that flows with such ease.

In the ballroom’s echo, a rhythmic trance,
Two hearts entwined in a tender dance.
A waltz, a foxtrot, a rhythmic spree,
An ode to joy, to liberty.

In urban streets or meadows green,
Dancing is a language, often unseen.
A celebration of life’s sweet chance,
A universal, timeless dance.

From salsa beats to hip-hop groove,
Each style a story, a unique move.
In every step, a world unfolds,
A tale of joy, of love, of old.

So let the music guide your feet,
In a dance where rhythms and hearts meet.
For in the dance, we find our voice,
A celebration, a joyful choice.