Ghosts... rhythms... not enough dancing in the world (In my life) ... instincts, pulses. Music = peace? * perhaps. Bodies together yet not. Time escapes in knocking moments. Brought together in experience. Sound = Life pulses. Drowning thoughts become alive in reaction... relation to the moment. What a strange yet familiar reaction (why I am writing) Beat... on, off, together, apart, matters not... if you feel it = ALIVE. Jumping, bumping, thumping, swaying. Not a matter of thought but feeling. Taken by the sounds of the moment. Impulses... Creation... the act is shared between artist and audience (almost spiritual in nature) can you frown while dancing? Can you feel anger? Sadness? Regret? The physicality of the jostling movement. Washboard Hypnotism. Do you play, sing, listen to the blues to feel better? Frantic yet controlled. Ink Stained fingers smudge the thoughts on a page. Who knew this would come tonight.
Strangers no more. Elation. Smoke filled glimpses of emotion. Voice sounds like worn out sand paper. A life time of experience behind. Freedom. Expression. Is Freedom Expression?
Words used to explain what you see? What you feel... or a mix?
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