The Last Dance

He used to be a star
He used to thrill the crowds
He was like a quicksilver marionette
When the music played

His motions were more precise than a timepiece
His partners were amazed
His choice of dance halls led to hysteria
When the music played

Now he is old and feeble
And he watches others dance
He reminisces of his younger days
When the music plays

One night as he sat alone at his table
A little girl approached him
And told him he looks sad
When the music plays

She asked if he would dance with her
And with a teardrop in his eye
He followed her to the dance floor
As the music played

His motions were stiff and unpracticed
His body neither agile nor lithe
Yet the little girl cared not
As the music played

The dancers parted and gave room
To the old man and the girl
Someone whispered he used to be magic
As the music played

For one last time the crowd admired
Not the dancer but the man
As he made a little girl smile
As the music played

When the song ended
The old man took a bow
The other dancers clapped and cheered
Now that the music was done

The old man never returned
To dance halls after that night
He had finally achieved every dancer's dream
To bring love as the music played