Terpsichore

I am the dancing spirit who laughs here, there, everywhere. Words form the web I spin and then dance upon; leaping from one thought to another, I twine the disparate strands into silvery cords. Waxing by turns eloquent and ridiculous, I amuse, confuse, inform, and delight my disciples. Mnemosyne lives on in me: that which others have long since forgotten remains in my mind while I stir the strings of my lyre. I am the Muse of Choral Dance and Song.