I
The wind longs to see itself
dance across the earth,
caressing breezes,
pummeling storms.
With my body as its mirror,
the wind winces seeing itself
reflected in my dance..
II.
I am a cloud and music is the wind.
dancing, I give shape to sound,
as a cloud makes the visible the wind.
III.
The grape says to the wine, :
Dance me.”
The wine replies,
“To accomplish that,
I must be drunk.”
IV.
For the next hour,
I will not be myself,
but a way for life to feel alive.
For the next hour?
Why not until
my dying breath?