To make music: what a fine thing
that would be. I love music; always
dreamed of singing. It was not my gift.
To dance: how beautiful it must be
to soar with grace, to pirouette.
Alas, that’s an art I never mastered.
So I turn to the only way I have
to be at one with myself in joy;
and to sing and dance: to poetry —
My voice, my grace, my art, my beauty.
April PAD Challenge 18
Prompt: To (blank); fill in the blank and make that the title.