Dance, if you want to

Dance, if you want to,
Or just lie still.
Compose, if you want to,
but not too loudly,
lest we disturb the dead, in their slumber.

Stretch out from the quiet places,
the still places,
where the giants rest,
where the fear lives,
and where the beauty,
held safe in the hand of the holy,
waits,
until just the right time.