Walking in I can hear the echo of foot steps as my feet hit the ground.
On one knee I feel the floor.
The grains of the wood grip my hand and souls of my feet.
The smell of sweat and blood feel my nose giving me thoughts of past triumphs.
The sound of the beat molds my body and gives me emotions and memories of past and current experiences.
The room is enclosed amplifying the sound and gives me a feeling of solitude.
Watching my reflection for errors and seeing none.
Falling and rising from the floor as if she was my partner in a dance I wished never ended.
She is my canvas my body is the brush and the music is my inspiration.