Hands Move, feet Dance
From the space, music happens
It’s already there, in the space
The absence of .... desire
Without needs the hands move,
the feet dance, the heart rejoices,
Free at last
No styles, no markets to bare,
just .... vibration
Like clay, like gold,
can be moulded into a myriad of forms
music, is just a game to pass the time
But from the space, sound is nectar
It flows through my veins
The sweetest intoxicant
the drug of choice
a feeling that lasts
a glow in the heart,
when one candle lights another
we move beyond styles,
beyond desire,
beyond passion, into the space
Hands move, feet dance,
the heart rejoices
Free at last (by Kenny Werner)
