Surrounded by the dust
The weight of centuries
It presses down upon them
Keeping them bound in their place

But when the lights are out
And there is no sound
To disturb them
They are freed, released for the night

Until a flashlight glows
Searchbeams across their surface
Interrupting their revels
And they freeze

But security walks by
And the art museum comes back to life
Paintings and sculptures
Hide the truth of their art

When they think no one is looking
They dance.