By Izabelle Mease

To dance is to feel as you are a bird,

It’s begins with rhythm entering soul.

The softness permeates the deepest heart,

And enters it as a bolt of lightning.

It catches the body and transforms it,

To be a vessel of creative love.

Feelings of happiness build up inside,

Ready to burst out as a corked bottle.

It fills the soul and lights up the life,

Of the one that it has infected so.

Once it has filled the inside of the shell,

There is no place for it to go but out.