Reflecting ...
Watching Marquez
discarding solitude, with a twinkle
There's something nice about people dancing, especially when they are swirling
fast and furious, looking each other into the eye
shaking their head along with their body bent backwards,
and then surging forward, laughing, once hither and then thither, totally immersed in the act.
All of them, people. Man, woman, girl, child, septuagenerians and paraplegics, everyone's gyrating.
Howling, shouting, whistling, clapping.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Yohoo !
Clap, clap, clap, clap
hu ha ha ha ...
is the chorus
a world, rhythmically gone berserk.
Even the most clumsy
just add to that
joi de vivre
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Yohoo !
Clap, clap, clap, clap
You are the observer
Its getting infectious, frenzied.
You want to just rush in.
Yet. don't.
But you spare a smile, you too clap with the rhythm.
Unbeknown to you, you are foot tapping too.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Yohoo !
Clap, clap, clap, clap
You are the observer
A band leading, a saxaphone a drummer a violinist pushing the tempo. You watch, identify many young ones infatuated, none the sober.
Music is probably the highest form of creation.
Its all about that sync.
That symbioticness.
Man, woman, child, septuans and paraplegs all become one , inside music.
And its not just about people dancing
people eating
sharing coffee
simply exchanging banter.
Its something nucleic, the chain of mirth.
Someone's laughing and the others are rolling their eyes and suddenly
everyones laughing.
Its that that laugh, that joy.
Its that birth
that mirth
That i have come to rejoice.
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