Her eyes say: Queen
I am Queen.
Imperial she stands
Looking out across her subjects
Raises graceful hands.
Her body says: Follow
Follow me.
Lightly she sways
Commanding with each movement
Music sparkling plays.
Her scepter says: Faster
Keep going faster.
Billowing she guides
The music bends slowly
Strings make leaping strides.
Her hands say: Stop
Stop now.
Still she looks
The music ends abruptly
Still she looks.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2009