It fills my ears like liquid gold.
I take a breath to stop the need of unspoken remedy.
The strokes of the lost voilen rhythms the beats of my heart;
the easy rhyme of the piano mocks my soul.

To not jump and leap would be to infester a child,
an action that I take for granted.
My heart calls out for the music set before me.
The rhythm takes me away, as I loose hope.
Easing my Pain and Anger,
I take it.

Dance.
My mind tells me as I harness the music of an orphan child.
Bowing, leaping, gliding.
Letting the fluid of the strokes take my body prisoner.
I dance.

I forget.
The world becomes a whirl of colors.
Fire. Water. Earth. Air.
All dancing with perfect rhythm with my soul and heart.
So beautiful, it makes a grown man cry.
Violen, Cello, Piano.
All screaming at me to fly.
To forget.

So I obey.
I dance.