Once a dancer with her musicians came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha. She was admitted to the court and she danced the Dance of Flames and the Dance of Swords and Spears; she danced the Dance of Stars and Space, and then she danced the Dance of Flowers in the wind. After this she stood before the throne of the prince and bowed deeply before him. The prince bade her to come nearer and said unto her: 'Beautiful woman, daughter of grace and delight, whence comes your art? And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?' The dancer answered: 'Mighty and gracious majesty, I don't know the answer to your questionings. Only this I know: The philosopher's soul dwells in his head; the poet's soul is in the heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all of her body.'

Inspired from:
The Wanderer, The Dancer by Khalil Gibran