-for TinyDancer
"Lost in the Music"
Twisting, turning, bending, swaying- our bodies expressing what we have trouble conveying.
The rhythm takes our conscious mind- our union in this dance defined.
Cannot resist this sonorus trance- hold me closely as we dance.She was nervous as he locked eyes with her, measuring her, inviting her, tempting her. As the song began, her mind was still focused on the music. Her body soon found the rhythm, allowing her to move in time with the music and lose a bit of herself- just the bit that needs words to relate to the world around her.
Twisting, turning, bending, swaying- our bodies expressing what we have trouble conveying.
The rhythm takes our conscious mind- our union in this dance defined.
Cannot resist this sonorus trance- hold me closely as we dance.The chorus found her moving without the slightest conscious effort, each perfect moment crystalized with the automatic response to the world, not needing to hear the music anymore, her feet keeping perfect time as she held him and moved to the rhythm of her soul.
Twisting, turning, bending, swaying- our bodies expressing what we have trouble conveying.
The rhythm takes our conscious mind- our union in this dance defined.
Cannot resist this sonorus trance- hold me closely as we dance.The music is fading, but her body persists. What had once been a learned system of steps was now so automatic that it was difficult to stop. Only the promise of another track spent connecting with the pulse of her soul allowed her to look in his eyes.
Twisting, turning, bending, swaying- our bodies expressing what we have trouble conveying.
The rhythm takes our conscious mind- our union in this dance defined.
Cannot resist this sonorus trance- hold me closely as we dance.