I would listen to my favorite music entranced,
I would close my eyes and I saw myself inside a dance.
I constantly choreographed.
I always saw stories inside the sound.
Then I would spend the day moving, dancing, feeling.
I was a lonely child but in my imagination I thrived.
I danced, I painted, I invented all manner of things.
Wrapping myself in this world.
It saved me-my dancing self.
Dancing still does....thank you dancing self for letting me live inside this dream.