Music

Figners drum against the wall and feet slide across the floor.
Nobody could ask for anything more.
My hips begin to sway,
Perfect end to a perfect day.
The rythem picks up and so do i.
An arrangment of claps appear, no one is shy.
Hearts are racing, bodies are spinning, and smiles poor across the scene.
Each song holds a story in someone's mind; happy,sad, maybe in between.
The tempo slows but the energy is still high.
Once the music stops, it feels like a lie.
Then the cd skips and the next song starts.
The final beat is made up of our hearts.