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the music you make is magical
the rhthym moves me somewhere inside
you are so serious, concentrating, focused
and i know some of the torment behind your eyes
i am sure you don't realize, quite
how you light up the room when you smile

perfect turns

my sisters ski in front of me
they have nearly the same big gentle turns
like they are braiding an invisible thread

i learned this turn from them
before my turns short and scalloped
or like slalom, unturning, just straight down

the sun in the trees
white bark against sapphire sky
i make big fast turns

wind whipped hair
soft powder under skis
i feel exhilaration

the rhythm here is different
long undulating turns
the end of one flowing into the next

endings flow into beginnings
the memory of your kiss lingers and fades
creating this space in my heart