Flames flicker to the shape
of music
Melodies coalesce
and crackle
as beautiful bodies
Paint poems upon the stage
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Hands and hips
and heads and limbs
Bend around the beats
and articulate the notes
that my eyes unaided
Couldn’t see.

Characters and exclamation points
Crisper and exquisitely punctuated
by deep intention,
Interpretation,
Communication,
Coordination,
and Rehearsal
Rehearsal
Rehearsal

With old eyes (though still-hip ears)
I encounter this inferno
from a far off golden shore
I see more
than a communion,
Holy though it be.
I see community.

I see a brother-sisterhood
that gets my sister’s
special melody
Dances with her,
Stokes her fire,
Keeps her strong and free.

This is the deeper light
that brings tears to these eyes,
So delighted by these forms informing,
in enchanting ways, my listening
to songs I already loved.