sing and dance

 I would watch her dance,

around the room, and sing

her favorite tune...

I would see her smile,

and it made me smile,

at least for the moment.

Music is to me,

what it was to her...

Only I don't sing,

I let the music move my body,

I let my body sing...

Music shades me,  

like a tree, protecting from the sun...

Music allows me to be free,

to scream and shout in silence..

to move until I can move no more...

the instruments come together in agreement,

the beat, moves my hips,

the rhythm moves my arms

the horns, soothe my soul...

She would sing,

her voice, her instrument...

I dance, my body is my instrument.

Sammy