What first called us to dance?

to build music from our movement or movement from our music

to sway like the willow branches

to twist like the rapids

to slow like the wildcat, stalking steady through the wood

to speed like the raindrop pouring from its cloud

oh, to clap like the thunder and to roar with the lighting

share the smiles with the beauty of movement

for the joints we have appear to function, for our muscles take motion

the beat's of our collective hearts have synchronized with the base

beat- beat- beat-

hold our breath, scream the high note like it's the last we'll ever scream

don't turn around, see the shadow of despair

for although he may lurk there

the music has lured us away