The music begins to play so soft,
And hand in hand they start to stroll-
She curtsies, he bows, as they do oft,
While in the background thunders roll.

Yes, 'Shall we dance'? seems apropos,
As trials once again prevail-
He takes her hand and off they go,
The dance brings calmness to her gale!

While dancing does she find release,
A freedom to her will and soul-
Amid the passion comes a peace,
That human feelings can't extol.

Her feet take flight to higher plain,
For now the dance seems quickly o'er-
Perhaps they'll do this once again,
Not here, but on some distant shore!

So when it seems the end is near,
And life won't offer one more chance,
Don't be surprised, with voice so clear,
He asks the question, 'Shall we dance'?

D. S. Mullis