Dancing In the Morning

It comes suddenly in the small hours - It appears when I can’t stand this world, And when I can’t hold back my bitter tears. It’s a morning dance – I am in a whirl… My veins are filled with tones of music, I feel the new fresh blood in my bones, My soul feels the rhythm - the dance is magic. I hear nothing except for the loud tones. It’s my lonely dancing in the morning. It comes into being out of the blue. It brings new power – I feel my heart beating, Now I can look at everything anew.