Dancing
The music moves through me, a force unto itself, with a life, a heartbeat, and I move with it. I rotate, I gyrate, I am in motion, and I feel it in me.
At the edge of the beat live equally the joy and the despair, and they are both mine for the taking, if only I would reach out and take them. I could know the greatest ecstasy or the deepest pain if only I had the courage.
But I don’t, so I keep moving, keep dancing, always moving, shifting, until I disappear.
At the edge of the beat live equally the joy and the despair, and they are both mine for the taking, if only I would reach out and take them. I could know the greatest ecstasy or the deepest pain if only I had the courage.
But I don’t, so I keep moving, keep dancing, always moving, shifting, until I disappear.