What I didn't see on TV

 
If this woman is bald
and that man does braids
stop shitting and join the dance.

The rhythm pulses, bodies move
eyes meet, smiles meet.

In the center of the track the energy grows
arms rise, feet glide,
the sound envelops, the soul is freed.

Every step is a story told
each turn is a moment lived.
Dance unites, transforms and transcends
and in the end we are all one.

Lights flicker, shadows lengthen,
fragmented moments in time,
the harmony of a silent symphony.

Feet that stumble, hearts that align.
An invisible current of emotion.
Human warmth in every movement.

In the corner, a couple laughs, meets each other.
Sweat mixed with joy.
Their dance is a universal language.

And when the music stops in a collective sigh.
The magic of dance remains in the air.
Memories recorded in steps and rhythms.
Until the next time the music calls us.