I wrote this a couple years ago. It's an homage to Anna Pavlova. Such a beautiful and graceful dancer. I hope that the words convey a story that does justice to the dance that she brought to life.
Lost City Ballerina (the story of Anna Pavlova)
The curtains go up in the Sadler's Wells
And the dying swan tells her lonely tale
The spotlight shown on an empty stage
But the show went on in The Hague that day
She’s so very far from St. Petersburg
Dancing her way across the universe
Won't somebody come and save her
Oh little child, the Lost City ballerina
Spread her ashes out near the Ivy House
Where her dust and bone can settle down
But her soul dances in the afterglow
Of a setting sun nice and slow
She’s so very far from St. Petersburg
Dancing her way across the universe
Won't somebody come and save her
Oh little child, the Lost City ballerina
Now the current draws back the majesty
And the shadow fades to a distant memory
A life of pleasure met a life of pain
But the beauty of it all still remains
She’s so very far from St. Petersburg
Dancing her way across the universe
Won't somebody come and save her
Oh little child, the Lost City ballerina
Next step is to finally finish the music. Something stripped down to its barest form. Something elemental. Music that dances like her.
Enjoy.
jh
