The Movement of Music
The Chorale starts, the short subtle interlude teases and caresses my
Inner ear … Much like the thumb that strums the strings to a Guitar. My limits and boundaries disappear.
The arrangements of symphonic notes pull at me and control the rhythmic pulse of my heart.
I am unaware and don’t care about the hidden eyes behind the smoke clouds that may peer, I hang on the tip of each note as each pitch calls me to the alluring dance floor .Seductions of sweet hymns beckon me as I fall submissive to the flow. A creation of movements, often a pleasurable cascade of steps, as a duo or alone … although borderline sinful, these are steps that I own.
Hypnotized and harmonized … I close my eyes and allow my body to avow the release of rebellious tones. I assure you, this is not an attempt to entertain, I will not hesitate… I am capable of pushing you out of my space.
I feel the music move from my mind to the tips of my toes; I embrace the beat as it hits my chest, and my fingers begin to snap to the peak of the tempos.
Surrendering to the Movement of Music..
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