Dancing, dancing

Dancing, dancing
To the arrhythmic compass
Of western percussion and old strings:
An unlikely and unexpectedly good medley

Dancing, dancing
To the sounds of laughs and barking,
To the distant jetflow of the fountain
And the wary cries of the crows

Dancing, dancing
To no rhythm at all:
The unsaid, silent and ever-present
No-rhythmic rhymes of Nature

Dancing, dancing
Beautifully and uniquely dancing
Shyly and clumsily moving
Simply following the stream of life.