Little girl

Out casted
The music plays for the deaf girl,
her feet moving in a trance,
with no beat that could ever be apprehended, a sacred dance…

She was a delicate one,
I will not lie, but if it wasn’t for the gypsies then she might’ve died,
cause the streets were cold in the winter night, and she was about to step into that bright light…

-i really want some body to put some more ideas into this poem...i've had it for a long time and i would love if it would carry on more...^-^