She knows what it feels like to be invisible.

To be in a room with hundreds

Of people

And,

Like the air,

They breathe her in not realizing

She is there.

Her heartbeat the passion of the music.

The cellos

The violins,

And the dance.

Her presence creating a magical trance

And strangers smile as she drifts by,

Not knowing why.

There is delight in their hearts

At the gentle brush

Of her hand as she passes through,

A mere whisper of a breeze.

Her aura

At the tip of their memory.

Something they long for entirely

But cannot quite reach.

A haunting memory

Of a desire to hold onto

Yet

Out of their grasp,

She slips away.

And they,

The strangers

Are left asking

One another

If anyone else sensed the

Magic

They cannot describe.