Make Love to the Rhythm
There is something wilde and complete
Where does it reside?
It rumbles deep inside
This passion in my soul confides!
Am I dancing?
Or is this body I borrow
Trying to make love to the rhythm?
Letting my limbs go wherever it sends them?
It sets me free from the physical prison!
It is not always found in the movement.
But what is this?
So intimate, marries itself to my pulsing blood flow
Coming inside me, falling fresh; it's perfect snow
Stirring what is real inside me, it sets my mind aglow!
My thirst tells me
to drink these swimming notes,
thirsty, I always long
to splash into a dense timbre, the intensity of song
A beauty my whole self can know, is where I find I belong!
So, booming towards me
I am running no longer
Can I allow the storm to overtake me? Waking,
In the eye of this, I am Breaking
Letting go of myself, contentment is in the making!
Music is infused in me
Coming out through my fingertips
And following my days
It is my intimate soundtrack always
I am here, where all boundaries fray