Dance because it's beautiful.

I can see poetry in the way your body is moving and I hope you never stop brushing the keys to the harmony you're making.

I hope you don't give up your childish dreams because your technique wasn't taught by Martha herself and you'll never reach the skyline if you don't learn to pay for a ticket to get you out of Kansas.

I used to feel the symphonies echo inside my heart when the floor was asking for my creativity to fill it's lungs but that dream died when the best won the awards and the emotion didn't matter if you couldn't point your toes.


They didn't understand the melody never wanted pointed toes.