When the music stops what happens  to the dance.
The movement of fast feet rhythmic in trance.
Sounds perputating a physical act
Troupes glide in sync an agreed upon pact
Pounding noise, symbolic flow
A special few, are in the know
The art is not in body control
Relinquish the self, lift the soul
Expression of waves of pulsing design
Interpretation, shift paradigm
Dance breathes life into the reprise
Without the beat the dancer dies


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.