WE DANCE

Serenely
in the stillness of motion,
my step reaches out
for the anticipated downbeat
hidden among the riches
of preserved sensations
and the free rein
of secret reflections.

The clarity of what
cannot be explained
holds me,
as does the interwoven language
of a secret rhythm
stealthily stirring,
born in the recesses
of my soul.

A look,
an inspired glance,
the simmering simplicity
of a chance connection
between bodies,
like the color of voices
in a musical motif.

So we go there,
where the night insists
that footsteps never waver.

Where we are alive
because music is alive
and more and more perfect.

Where we are enormous together
in pure movement
and silent delight.

We dance.

© JOHN PISCATELLA