Tall and thin,
A long-legged, fast and skinny spider,
He was the best dancer in town,
Bar none.

Oh, fabulous dancer,
Burning up the dance floor
With magical steps and glory.
A whirlwind of grace
Caught in deep conversation
With drum and with tumbling piano.

No-one can reach him,
No-one touch him.
No, touch him not for he dances
Deep inside the music.
Where he and his collaborators
Join together in moving
The earth-bound dancer.

Play that piano, Sherlock.

Make music.
Let the great dancer dance,
That we may breathe the dust
Of his skinny spider beauty.

               ©2021 Gwen Grant.

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