Music Freewrite

The chords ring, melody rising and falling, as the flashes of memory flicker like camera bulbs.

Brings both happiness and frustration in its haunting melody.

Feel my pen move faster to the beat?

Listening to the waves pouring from the speakers.

Rhythm, night fervor.

The dark hides, shelters, grants permission.

Bodies moving, arms twisting, singing smiles.

She moves not with the grace of the trained but the soul of determination and sensation.

                             Beautiful movements stop me.