In the dead of night,
Silence is all around,
I tip toe out the window,
To reach the concrete ground.
As i hope no one saw me,
I run like the wind,
Into a near meadow,
I run far, far in.
I turn back to see,
If i have indeed been caught,
But there is no one in sight,
No one of the sort.
So in the middle of the night,
And the middle of the meadow,
I sit down to stretch,
And prepare to say hello.
Now you may think i was greeting,
An exciting forbidden love,
You may think it's a bad boy,
That wasn't sent from above.
But you are completely wrong,
It wasn't a man at all,
It was the rhythm of the night,
And the beat in a dancer's soul.
As i pressed play to the music,
My feet started to move,
My hands followed shortly,
I was taken by the groove.
No one around,
Just a dancer's heavy heart,
Moving to the sound,
Feeling lighter in the art.
You see, dance is my air,
I breath nothing else,
My soul sings a beat,
And my heart begins to melt.
-Jasmine Barlas
