Her moves spilled through the velvet dusk Toes kissed marble, arms cut air A thread unspooling through the hush No master’s steps, no cage to bear She moved like silence in a storm Like ancient prayers without a form Isadora... (aah...) Floating past the edge of time In barefoot grace, in tangled rhyme You taught the wind to understand Isadora... (aah...) You danced what no one else could stand Your shadow never had a floor A flame that begged for something more A question draped in linen pale No words could trace her inner flight No map to chart her sacred trail The cello sighed, her fingers spoke Through every leap, the rules broke She moved like air Not to resist it But to become it Silk at her throat Wind at her back She bowed to the current And it held her... One last time. Isadora... (aah...)
