That sound

There's something about it. That sound, that medley of word and tune. All of a sudden, my fingers tap, my blood rushes and my body begs to be allowed to dance. Within me, some skilled weaver of movement gives spirited twists and turns and sways in utter awe as they are taken over. I sit as still as I can if I am surrounded but when alone, safe, you will never see a freer being. It holds me tight, embraces me with its familiarity, with its passion, with its beauty and lets me know once again that it will be okay. There's nothing more I've wanted, and forever will I be grateful to the gods who allow such divinity to be expressed by the mortals too. Even they, in their ivory towers, can't help but nod along in resignation. Too much power is given to the creators of this art, a blessed gift to help so many breathe anew.