Silent Dance

Their feet fly across the floor
softly tapping out the beat
and with toes that are sore
they dance in august heat.

She twists around like a top
the silk of her skirt flies
the music sings, and bangs, and pops
as he looks her in the eye.

The trumpet blaring loudly,
the melody fills the air,
with fingers waving wildly
they move throughout the square.

The audience is empty
save for one small pretty child.
She listens so intently
for the music she can't find.