Perfect Harmony, But I Can't See The Moments They Choose Not To Reveal

Look at them:
they're so pretty.
Seem to know where they're going,
but maybe it's nothing but an oily surface
that reflects back light.

Look at their dance:
intricate and simple steps.
Seem to know what they're doing,
but maybe it's a pattern that's all made up
only in their heads, and maybe that's perfectly wonderful.

Look at them sing:
all the words fit together, rhyme and reason.
Not a note out of place,
but I guess I still haven't learned to properly improvise,
and there is music underneath that which I can hear.