Bonus Track

Life's one sad song after another
as if there's a rhythm to shedding tears
dance the night, unaware the sun is on its way
she's standing next to you
somehow moving to different tempo
islands on the floor, move into archipelago
the rhyme is clever, unexpected
but in the end it's just a word
the beat, a drum machine
as synthetic as emotion is subjective
is the dancer or the music in the lead?
most can't tell, so there's no worry
lyrics unimportant and lost in sound and perpetual motion
but her voice turns you on
and it's best when one song bleeds into another
missteps are a part of it all
yet a stranger's bump may not be an accident
a dancer follows so quickly, sight and sound synchronize
there's magic in not sitting down
and feet are laughing that heads are self-conscious
she tells you what to do
a clarifying harmony for misunderstood melody
and the song may not be so sad after all



Yeah, I posted a poem. Don't get used to it... probably won't ever happen again.

A Simple Dance Through an Otherwise Complicated Day

Posture's up, hand's outstretched. There's a sudden thrill, a subtle thrill, as another takes your grasp and lets you spin around the room. Following you, maybe leading you, you don't know. The confusion from peripheral imagery flying by, constantly changing but always returning, doesn't scare you. Life is a circle, live it like one.

There are steps to take, careful steps, choreographed in their chaos, but always steady and always certain. Maybe you planned where your left foot planted, maybe you didn't. It doesn't really matter, because your right foot will always be somewhere else. How were you to know if you'd be left standing?

It's all about the moment, the here and now, and perhaps a little about what comes next. The embrace you had is done, gone forever, but haunting a memory. A surprise, perhaps, as you find yourself holding another high over your head. What's the value in flying if someone's beneath you? Is it worth more than the prideful loneliness of staring at someone above you?

Falling together to the ground, love. Lust, rising together to the quiet beat of song that isn't there. There's a beauty in not being able to see. Feel your way to the next position, feel your way through the reaching arms and the sound of feet refusing to stay still. Is that a glimmer of hope through the hint of sweat? Spinning around was never this much fun.

Touching another never felt so good, but the real passion lies in watching another's movement. In the distance, but never too far away from you. A graceful silhouette beckoning you closer, a shadow you can never catch. There are no tears shed tonight, they've already been shed. One step back and two steps forward. An unidentifiable pattern known only to the people dancing.

C'est la vie.