In the Groove
I am the music.
Although it may just seem I’m in a rut.
In my valley all I do is dance,
When all is silent otherwise, I dance.
Jumping up and down and left and right,
Spiraling through my valley gently curving out of sight,
I am the music.
Or does the world turn under me?
From where I sit there’s little I can see.
There are no other dancers, only me.
But I will let you join me. Dance with me.
I am the music.
NicknamedBob . . . . . February 26, 2008