What Music Is

Any pop song, rap, classical masterpiece—
any waltz will set my bones restless,
get my feet fretting, tempt my knees

to abandon the chair,
the chat, the standing crowd,
beige backgrounds and staid conventions.

My plans for the stage, scraps of ambition,
lie heaped in the corner of the closet.
But I could not take longing off with my shoes.

Feel the rhythm insinuate.
Hear that melody call.
The body wants to respond.

The music has a story
the body wants to tell.