moving so human

In the blue sequin light

A human dancing

Nothing to speak

Just moving

Like humanity was supposed to move

Freely

With feet and hands soft

Slowly into light and sound

Without caring for how it looked

As he was the music itself

Like I imagine my grandma

In a polkadot dress and red pumps

And it could seem so silly to us

How they danced softly and bended and

did whatever their bodies asked them

But would you not also wish to listen with tears in your eyes 

and to be the music

and to be 

sound itself