Shadow’s dancing
to the jazz
on the wall.
Dark fingers snap
as the metronome’s “cloks”,
the torso’s leant back,
the head’s tilted sideways
snap-snap
It’s moved its hips,
Leant forward,
then
risen quickly,
spinning around itself
snap-snap
Pause. Music has changed,
sounds are flowing smoothly now.
The shadow’s hugged itself
and swayed to the beat
snap…
snap…
There’s night beyond windows,
cold, winter night
with piercing, howling wind,
but the nameless shadow
continues to dance,
although there’s no for whom
snap…
snap…
Perhaps, it dances for itself
and it revels
movements of the own body,
and foolish shaking of own limbs,
and the viscous rhythm,
and the deep voice of the performer
snap…
snap…
I froze, watching my shadow on the wall,
it froze for a moment too,
then
we smiled to each other,
waged our hips and again
Allowed music
To pour through us
snap…
snap…