The dancers dance,
Tapping their toes,
tip tap tip, tip tap tip
leg lifted high,
neck straight,
chest tight
The singers sing,
the melody echoes,
from left and from right
from right and from left
from roof to the floor
and windows to doors
The orchestra plays,
the violins shriek,
and whine and shriek,
tearing through the air,
whipped and Flogged,
with the wave of the stick,
waving up waving down,
waving low, rising high,
halted and freed
The dancers dance,
dressed in all black,
going circles and circles,
hands holding hands
The audiences watch
they laugh,
and they cry,
they sigh
and they clap
The Singers sing,
Sing to the peak of their voices,
The sound raises blood,
Crawls through their bones,
As hearts of the many
stop and pound
The orchestra plays and plucks,
And plays every chord,
The notes go high,
and low and high
and it keeps going on and on and on
till the dancers are the song…
till the dancers are the song,
the singers are the music,
merging into one
another
and all !
the cries and the claps,
the cheers and the tears,
the pain and the pressures,
the joy and the fears,
Go on and on and on …
The rhythm of love!
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