The soundless Void

The soundless Void

In her Moreno eyes

The light on the stage became dull

One could feel the anguish of fear

The distress that her tension caused

With the music filling the void

The harps and drums slowly becoming soundless

The countless wounds on her precious feet

Being suffocated by her fragile pointe shoes

Which cannot handle the pain of seeing her empty

Her beauty is no longer able to compete with the sound of the melody

A being as graceful as a ballerina, today finds herself trapped in her own bruises

Burning weakly, like a candle that fights against the wax dripping down its form

From so much dedication for the pedestal, she wondered

If a ballerina falls on the stage

And there is no one to catch her

Would she still make a sound?

João Menna, St. Petersburg, on April 9, 2025