Little particles of dust
Exposed by a sliver of light
Dancing to the rhythm of the room

You could stop smiling
And they would slow
Slow to the motion
To the emotion

Moving in sync
Chaos personified
Little universes
Only exist in the light

Moving
Speaking
Shouting
The language of god

Speaking from an empty script
Dancing the steps flawlessly
Choreographed by existence

Beautiful

Pointless

Existence