I dedicate the
following poem to a group of children with severe multiple disabilities,
especially to my dearest little friend, Maria, who returned to her heavenly
home at 12.
I will never forget that they were
overjoyed when listening to dance music. Regardless of different disabilities,
cortical blindness, physical challenges, their lives stirred together in the
dance.
Thanks to these beautiful companions,
we, who have fallen on the earthly world for so long, can experience the height
of love.
When I start dancing
When the beautiful singing comes in
My heart begins to sing with joy.
You hold my little hand warmly.
You're holding my little hand, and
you're leading me to dance.
My legs are hard to move.
I may not be able to keep up with your
steps.
But you lean down to me.
My heart flows with the music.
My eyes shine.
When you lead me to dance
I'll never be the same.
When the lilting melody fills the room
I look back with a smile on my
wheelchair.
You turn around me
Your shadow meets my shadow.
Suddenly on the left, short on the
right.
Suddenly in front, suddenly behind.
You hold my little hand with a
leisurely grip.
Your pointed fingers sweep over my
hand.
Like notes beating to a tune,
My ears are full of cheer.
When you lead me to dance
I'll never be the same.
When the cadence of the rhythm
suddenly rings out
My heart calls with a thud.
You kneel beside me
I turn into a princess.
You lead the way slowly and solemnly.
The way you look at me intently.
And made me feel proud.
For at this moment
I have all your attention.
With a subtle smile
You're kind enough to send me on
ahead.
And let me sense fast and slow,
forward and backward.