Dance

Drums beat out a rhythm,
Steady and slow.
That beat journeys
From the floor to my feet
Through my entire body,
Filling every pore,
Seeping out of my ears.

My heart unites to it,
Following its lead,
Thundering to the rhythm of song.

It hammers against my ribs,
And demands my feet to dance.
So they do.

Through the guitar,
The bass,
The keyboard,
I still feel my drums.
Still I'm under a spell to dance.

My hips join my feet,
And my shoulders and elbows and wrists.
They're all enchanted
By that simple, enticing rhythm,
Fueled by an electric current
Pouring from my veins
To every muscle that can move,
That can dance.

When the music fades,
So does the drumbeat.
My heart slows,
My feet stand still.
No more beat.
No more dancing.

Yet my heart still beats to a different tune,
A magic tune.
And somehow I know...

The music will never truly leave.