Hands rising, legs leaping – let me slip into those jazz shoes again. One hop and one skip is all it takes to leap across the universe. If only I were to twirl across the familiar floors, absorbing the music; wrapped inside an abstraction so serene. A fire breaks loose in the depths of my body, it explodes like fireworks. I close my eyes and lose control, and I’m floating in the sky. I’m springing to every cloud, singing every song and symphony. I would float to every corner, feeling every wall and ceiling in which I am trapped. The sun shines and I smile into its comforting ocean of heat. Everything is in arm’s reach when I am dancing, I can touch every star in the sky. The instruments inside the stereo seem to laugh along and share my joy through encouraging tunes. Oh, to dance again and feel so free! My only escape, my only secret treasure - to pirouette, to stag, to arabesque, to jete, to pas de deux, to plie. Moving through time in frolics and frisks, and never allowing the world inside your temple of soul. If only these dancing shoes could carry me to the end of time, instead of the end of just one song.