The Idea of Music
The Idea of Music
Only her own music
Can she hear. It starts
And stays in the brain...
No body movement.
But that's her way.
Night falls over her as
Music and style breed art.
Her performance, her
Logic is one, or two, or
In a group. Ideas put her
In motion.
Shifting positions she'll
Romance the wind. Her
Body apart, but in line
With her mind as she
Circles the stage. To think
As choreography in space,
Considering the motion to
Whirl or just foot it. She's
Breathing in, the haling
Songs, the vigor of
Patterns in time.
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