We Are The Music. . . .

 

 

 

 

We Are The Music. . .

You say,

pull the shade!
Or the neighbors will see.

 

 

I say,

What will they see?
Us dancing?

I rest my head
on your shoulder
and am happy
in the embrace.

Us dancing
in the kitchen
too small to move much,
but close in heart.

I say,

Keep dancing.

You say,

But there is no music!

I say,

We are the music. . . . .

 

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