The Dancers Silhouette

music leaves the speakers

 In a wave of expression

Moving from one side to the other 

Walking along the walls 

the waves gently guides her silhouette 

The floor anchors each note

 Killing the sound,

 giving light to emotion

 vibrato vibrates in direction of wood grain

 While the treble reaches for the light 

Chord progressions create a whirlpool 

Pulling the sounds toward the floor 

Dragging her silhouette 

In direction of the music 

Acoustics tear through her

 Splitting fantasy from reality 

A mist of tears extract from the vortex 

Raining over the outskirts of the room 

Leaving her parylyzed by rythym 

Her shaddow walks beside her silhouette 

Two of the same ,but so distant 

Out of frame, a mirrored image 

Stripping any flesh, leaving just a sketch 

She becomes a blank canvas 

The musics presence 

draws in pleasant essence 

Giving way to an open room 

An antique in her own mind 

Where her silhouette once swayed 

And her shaddow decayed 

The whirlpool decends

 while the chaos ends 

She walked silently out of the room 

Allowing her silhouette to guide her way

Reviews

[Emilia (Em-ah-lee-ah)]

i love this so much, you know why.

[hisyam]

Love this one.. you really have the talent to write.. sorry for reading this late... i've been busy recently...

[Faith]

Love this. Using nice parallels, the woman and the music, I was perfectly pulled between the two. The description you used of the music is an entity of it's own and carried it's weight. Nice job.

[McBear]

Hmm. A lot was taken in by this poem. The words you used were delicate but piercing; they didn't always mean the full meaning but still took a hit of it. Oh, and I think you may have spelled rhythm wrong.

"A mist of tears extract from the vortex
Raining over the outskirts of the room
Leaving her parylyzed by rhythm"

She wasn't literally paralyzed but the word fits because of the way it flows with the true meaning.

[Riddhi]

Great work and as a dancer i loved it and this is was it means , dancing is not just moving your body on the beats of music but it is to forget yourself in it..Thanks for sharing..

[θεά]

Love the anthropomorphism of the poem, the way you have managed to create personages of inanimate creations which, ironically, evoke such deep emotions within. The meter of the poem has a loopy quality which adds to the intended rhythm of the verse. But shouldn't it be "music's presence", with an apostrophe in between?

Keep writing Aero. Despite the breezy element in your verses, there is an unmissable temper of pathos and poignancy, a certain sense of desolation, a desire to transcend and break through the present shackles. Loved the ambivalence and struggle of this particular one. Look forward to your other works.

Best, M.

[Jenna Kay]

As a dancer, I really connect with this. Dancing is not just hearing music, but feeling it within you, and then visually recreating that feeling. That's what I live so much about it, and you rendered that feeling flawlessly in this piece. Beautiful work!

[Gaurav]

A nice portrayal of event guided entirely through waves that music creates inside the brain. This results into emotions undefined. Good one. Thanks for sharing.