The Dancer in the Mirror

A beautiful waltz of a synchronized dancer.

Many but only one.

The emotion in its dance,

bouncing between reflections.

The glide of an arm,

The flick of the wrist,

Unplanned but all follow.

Many dancers now have gathered now,

On both sides of the room,

You are in the middle,

Effortlessly following along,

Or are they following you?

This beautiful waltz of a Synchronized dancer,

Many but only one.

The emotion in its dance,

Bouncing between reflections.

All following the rhythm of the heart,

All knowing the dance,

Without knowing the moves.

You look at them,

They look at you,

Copying your movements,

Right on time. 

This tunnel of dancers,

All sharing the same secret,

The secret of the mirror.