2 January 2013
The strains of music- You know the type- That make you just Want to soar and spin Laugh and drink Kick up your heels Let down your hair- It now reaches my ears And I stay immobile.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll join the dance- Let my skirt fly Let everything go Twirl and twirl Grin and never stop- But now I... I couldn't.
It's heartsmusic, Makes me dream- The rising sound The pulsing tempo The varied ribbons The connotations from The instruments themselves- Places where I belong, Have this music, But aren't here.
I imagine it now, What I could do- Arms lifting gracefully Legs constantly in motion Spinning, ever spinning Back bending with wind- Ah, but I always know It's all in my head.
To leave a refuge, For the great unknown? Should I? join the dance? Could I?move half as well? Will I? let myself free? Shall I? go to heartplace? -No, no, I couldn't But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow... I will.
Untitled #Heartsdance • Opuss № I