The night is draped in satin black,
As stars begin their gentle gleam,
While dancers gather, front and back,
To chase the rhythm of a dream.
The ballroom glows in golden light,
Reflections swirl on polished floors;
Each couple steps with hearts alight,
In timeless grace that soars and soars.
A waltz begins, serene and slow,
Then tango strikes with fire and flare—
In every dip and turn, they show
The poetry of breathless air.
Sequins shimmer, gowns unfold,
Tails sweep with elegance and pride;
The stories told are brave and bold,
In every step and side-by-side.
Beyond the walls, the heavens gleam,
Yet none outshine the floor tonight—
For ballroom holds its own bright dream,
Where stars and dancers both take flight.
And when the final notes descend,
The crowd roars, near and far…
But every dance, from start to end,
Still twinkles like a steadfast star.
