Short Story : The Joy of Stage

The Joy of Stage
The stage was the only place where she could be herself..where she lost herself and could see no one, where she gave form to her art, where she could release her ire and wrath...where her feet swayed to the rhythm of the beats...fragile and tender, she moved like a swan.

Tapping her feet, to the rhythm of the beat, that she felt within her, she felt pretty much at ease..and then she realized, she didn't need to hear the music to dance, she needed to feel it, within her.
(Dated: January 15, 2014)