The dancer and her master!

Ah.. look there she soars
High above, getting caught in the tallest trees
They do shelter her from time to time
But he,
he creates the perfect currents coaxing her out
How could he let her go ?
Whoosh... Sometimes fierce...
Rustle.. Sometimes smooth
He is her Master and she his dancer.

He knows
He know that he holds her string ..
So he blows and she  flow
It's only for his beats she dances
On his waves she sails
Luring many souls
Who in vain try to win over her
But she .. smarter slithers out
Flowing  to that solitary tone of his.
She flows as he blow ..
He blows and she flows ..
Leaving a trail of hearts broken..

For She is an unhinged kite and he her wind ..