The professor and the dancer.

One speaks with stoic structure,

the other paints a picture.

While one is lecturing and defining,

The other is designing, refining.

The fluid tap, tap, tap of methodical quotes,

Pales in comparison to the rhythmic shuffle of surreal notes.

As one stands in monotonous black and white,

The other is bright in colors of delight.

While one twirls and swirls beautifully,

Its opposite details and scribbles dutifully.

Both, entirely dignified, and bona fide,

But only one gets amplified while the other is modified.