The silent dance

The ale foam sprayed in flecks
about the merry pub that day
when all peasents fell into step,
The day of sprightly jigs

One boy alone did not join
but sat behind the table cheering on
the other performers with rapture,
lips smiling and eyes shining

"come boy!!" roared the barman,
"let us hear your feet on the boards"
but the boy smilingly saw the floor
where his feet would have been,
and shook his head.

And yet he danced,
faster and stronger than the rest
his heart springing in endless leaps
in his own ballroom of mute love.