The beautiful rose shows its love,

when it opens to the dew from above,

its true beauty and colors it frees,

as it dances in the breeze…,

The old man gracefully rose from his seat,

opened his arms to the haunting beat,

started tap dancing with his feet,

he looked beautiful and neat…,

She sang out more and more,

her mom belted on the keyboards,

he swayed smoothly across the floor,

in harmony with the singing and chords…,

His shoulders rolled to the familiar sound,

his hips gyrated round and round,

he seemed to be gliding on air,

he danced better than Fred Astaire…,

Both mom and daughter,

couldnt believe what they were seeing,

they sang and played on higher,

as they watched his dancing…,

He maybe on in years,

and looked old and out of use,

but they could feel tears,

misting in their eyes…,

The little girls mom realized,

this is something her mother,

never visualized,

didnt know she had a silent lover…,

She didnt know her voice and song,

was buried deep in an old mans heart,

where it lived on and on,

and she never saw his dance of love………….to be continued……