My Dance

My senses are misty, I feel nothing. Not the wind,nor the sun, even rain, nothing. Am I sleeping? Have I died? I know not what is up nor down. My heart beats slowly, yet steadily. The rythm of the song that is still forming. A flutelike melody swirls in around me conforming to my body and its every move. The Piano dances in with the Violin, both dressed to kill. The Horn section shy at first, creeps in straying not far from the door, until the Strings beckon a dance. I stand in the middle, watching it all. They dances and swirl about me, though I'm alone, my body sways about and soon I too am dancing, alone. For the first time in my life I'm graceful, I search for a partner but none is to be found. My dance grows strong and powerful. I realize that a partner would only mask the beauty of my dance.

Reviews

[April]

I like the the way you write and the way you can create such surreal, but beutiful pictures in my mind. There is a grammar mistake though; "dances".