The Dancing Star

She came from the East. She was tiny at first, but got larger and larger as I came closer. I tried to touch her, pick her from the sky like a boy who picks an apple from a tree to no avail. And as if to tease, the star starts to dance in front of me, falling and rising in quick successive movements...flickering, glittering... I sat down near a piano and started to play to her rhythm. We went on all night. But soon it was time for the sun to rise. My little star, still dancing wittily in a sky to herself, slow retreats to the West and eventually edges out into another galaxy far far away...