Burning Up the Pain into a Gale of Jazz

"Burning Up the Pain into a Gale of Jazz"

Snakehips could have moved to this -

random, rhythmic, serpentine undulations -telegraphing through bones and nerves like loose electricity, in search of Earth.

A single breath begins the dance -

Spring renewed, green energy, visceral and Pagan -

Autumn; the notes fade to silence.

Thunderous applause - like quenching rain.