And the music moves into my body –
It spreads through my veins and carries me with it;
Without my knowing,
It leads me out of stillness.
With a foot slowly tapping,
I move into the music,
Blossoming with the chorus.
The melody takes off at its peak,
As I expand with its wings
Before shrinking into the next stanza.
The melody is fluid,
Infusing my movements with flow,
But the heart beat of the song has taken over my own,
My body understands the secret of rhythm,
And the beat becomes the skeleton of my movements,
Not constricted by it;
But structured by it,
Guided by it.
The voices of the singers dance on their own,
Supported by the instrumental flooring.
My heart leaps with joy
As the voices spiral upwards into each other to explode into sparks.
The music has me as it ebbs and flows,
The melody and I are inexplicably intertwined.
And so, as it fades,
So does my dance,
As the melody recedes into the expanse of silence before me,
Until it is only in my arms,
At my fingertips,
Until it is finally gone.