The Dance

A music box is a powerful thing. A beautiful tune coming out of a small box that brings peace and harmony to my ears. I become entranced when I hear a thing such as this. I close my eyes and imagine myself swaying to the music.

I am dancing.

No worries or stress. Life cannot get a hold of me, all other noises leave me. I am happy, content, and wanting to party. The dance is the party. Never do I want to stop dancing because then the party will end. The dance shall never end. I want to party and dance, always making sure I don't lose my footing.

In a music box, the music eventually stops. Someone has to wind it up again so we can party and dance more.

There is a guardian that winds up the music box of life, but makes sure that our hearts are set to the right beat of the dance.

If we dance for ourselves, the music stops.
If we fake the dance, the music stops.

There are other fake guardians, telling everyone to dance to their own tune. So beware of them.

We dance for others and for the one and only guardian. The guardian keeps the music going while we dance and invite others to come along and join the dance. You tell them all about the guardian of the music box.

I read somewhere that," music is freely honest, approachably impersonal, and romantically attractive."

If that is music, then dancing is an expression of that.

So dance. Dance to the music.