The Work of Art

The curtains rise, reveling the people perfectly posed
Music clashes, the figures come to life
Spirts soar, which moments ago were not at all exposed

They mix together, weaving past each other
Forming a beautiful tapestry of color, music, light, life
Twisting to create something and uncovering another

The dance becomes stronger
They now are flying
All praying it will last longer

So beautiful, not one of them could possibly be a fraud
The music sends out one last powerful call
They end it with such power and grace combined, leaving the audience awed
They are dancers, both the athletes and artists of God