Dance

I dance to a rhythm,

A rhythm of my own creation.

A wild flower dancing

In a storm,

A mermaid,

Against the current.

The music is loud in my ears.

I can feel it tugging

At my strings and chords,

Reverberating within me.

Every breath, a note,

Every heartbeat, a drumbeat.

Melodies of magic

Playing at my core.

I dance,

Unaware of the world;

I dance

Dropping every mask,

Every show, every emotion;

I dance

And dance

And dance

To a rhythm

Of my own creation

Written 28 January 2014 – at 12:30 am