Beau - The Last Ballet lyrics

Before a backcloth made of silk, A dancing woman leaps Upon this awesome stage, And as this apparition sweeps Before the lights, a glint of gold Reflected from her eyes Upon the tear she held so near To the make-up man's disguise. In truth, she screams through silent lips The words she cannot say To those who cannot hear her cries, Though scream as hard she may. The deep consuming blackness That exists behind the light Is beckoning the dancer In the stillness of the night. And she asks of those who see her dance That they might understand The movement of the twisting feet And the waving of the hand. She asks her audience to live Within what she creates, And to this end, the body sings And the dancing mind translates. The Musical Director brings The consummating chords To an audience awaiting this, The moment it applauds. And the ballerina's body lies So silent on the ground. The dance is past, and in the end, She never hears a sound.