Sounds of Movement

The music played but it seemed as if it

wasn’t quite there.

The seemingly quiet brushing of satin against the floor

made itself very well heard over the music,

yet there was no noise of delicate beats from the hard shoes being tapped against the cold ground.

Each movement was controlled with such precision that

even though they were meticulous and demanding of so much effort and strength, it

seemed so effortless.

The music- such an easy guide,

it reads itself aloud, yet it gets so much neglect in return.

Each body moves to its own guide but a few share listening to the humble teller.

They, they show the hidden meaning and feelings others can’t see.

Each leg is made of its own rubber band

being tugged and pulled and strained in so many ways.

The band is different for each person.

It seems as if they are somehow in charge or maybe

an old key in an old lock ,

and some locks are harder and more stubborn than most.

Others are more forgiving and ready to show what they are hiding

And then some are just plain mean,

they allow the key to get to that one last gear that gives away to all

and then stop, refusing to budge and laugh at you

while you struggle to open it

Here comes the fun,

the unthinkable and the unbelievable,

the next level of pain and love.

Wibbles and wobbles dart around

while ankles of steel stand strong like a stake.

Everything’s been released, free to float and g l i d e around.

All becomes what seems so intricate but simple and light,

but it's not.

Nothing ever just hangs there.

Each nerve is used, each bone is molded and manipulated

and placed to create one perfect image

and within seconds everything is done again

and the picture is moving onto

the

next.

The heavy heaves and huffs start to trickle in

taking the place of the brushing satin.

The soft treads of shoes become more pronounced.

The cold floor bears the warm patterns of the million steps taken.

The end of the music is followed by a short lecture.

And with a few claps and curtsies, shoes are grabbed,

bags are swung,

and every picture is

out

the

door.

The floor is cold once again and empty silence replaces the sound of music.