Dance hall

 The sound of the feet in the hall

The tap tapping has stopped

On the old wooden boards

Quiet it creaks

And scores in shores,

Like the waves on the sandy beach

The leaping, the sweating, the 

laughing too

The going wrong, the who's who

The meeting of feet,

The look and the move

Swinging of hips

Beating of boots

Pirouetting

Waltzing

Gingerly stepping

Taking flight

Like a swan

And the house is so empty quiet now

Now that the dancers have gone