Blues

It's that moment when your chest tightens in a knot right below the collar.
The moment when your breath becomes shallow, and lightning shocks your nerves.
Your posture straightens, and your head falls back, in anticipation of rain drops on closed eyes.
That's when your body begins to sway.
That's when your mind closes to the world and all that matters is the beat.
The pulse of life.
The potpourri of notes swirling together to form song.
Your shoulders lead, your hips follow.
Your weight shifts from your left to your right.
The hand upon your back guides your every move.
Your left hand rests and your arm keeps connection.
Your right hand becomes your rudder as he steers you across the floor.
This is your heart in motion.
This is your soul unleashed.
This... is blues.



"...These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away..."