Older, but no wiser

A body unpractised,
Sluggish limbs uncertain,
Nerve pathways atrophied through long neglect;
All the grace and elegance
Of a sack of potatoes.

Yet to the right music
This mind can dance;
Can leap and spin and bow and twirl,
Weightless as air; nimble as light;

Play the right notes
And this heart will sing;
This voice soar silently
In joyous, mischievous, magical melody.

For a timeless moment,
This spirit can leave mere reality
Far below, and rest
Breathless amongst the stars

Until the vision fades
And the bonds of belief
Assert themselves once more
Taking hold.