Dancing till Death

I have the moves
The purple groves
I feel the beat sink into my fibres
It takes right to the core
I don’t dance to live
I live to dance and dance till death
My body just goes to the flow
Whether fast or slow
I can feel the eyes surmise
I smile and sweat because I dance tonight
I need no drugs, no liquid inspiration, injection
To feel the music’s sweet infection
I tilt towards the floor, drop down
Jump to catch the beat and bounce
Ready to pounce
When they encircle I’m taken away
hallucogenic satisfaction sprints in my pulse
And my eyes close because my body knows
Tonight I’m a winner and I’ve won this fight.


When he first sang they stopped
as one would at sound so pure.
Gifted he was –
passionate too!
Such an angelic quality
(enough to cause rivers).
Touched hearts of all who heard –
gift was it so sure I am!
Quite powerful to stop a room,
let them listen,
silence the noise and give hope all over.

Travelling far not caring much
for passion is power:
he knew it as such.
Not for the money-fame,
that would be a shame.
Not a game:
his purpose.

Trained all along,
not taking for granted.
Practise until bleeding –
believing even when not believing.

A future filled with song:
Mellifluous Adventures!