More Than Sound

When the breeze tingles my skin,

when the world spins somewhere in between,

when I am lost between shimmer and sim,

there is one thing....

one thing that lets me feel it within.

It passes like a wave of melody,

softly, exquisitely,

and—dim, dim, dim.....

my muscles fire, then loosen.

My whole body falls in tune with it;

aching nerves release their grip

and surrender to its rhythm.

I get lost between body and soul

as the harmony pierces both.

It becomes a magic tune,

yet like no other.......

its notes move with such fluidity,

releasing a sound

no master could ever fully project.

And somehow, a muse allows it to transcend,

leaving behind the aura of its past.

It is no longer merely sound,

but something more.

Not by its power alone,

but through the harmony of powerful notes,

it creates a force that slips beyond the human ear

and travels quietly into the subconscious,

like a thief in the night.

It is not its brother, Dance,

who moves swiftly to the beat

of its merriment.

No.

This is the thing that gives Dance its rhythm,

that teaches silence how to sing,

that turns trembling nerves into stillness

and stillness into joy.

It flows.

It exhilarates.

It soothes.

And when the final note disappears,

something remains—

a feeling without a name,

a rhythm beneath the silence,

a melody the body remembers

long after the ears have forgotten.

That is its power.

That is what transcends.

That is music.