Why do you sit while the music plays, 

When those around you move to the dance?

You treasure those songs from the distant days 

But to let go again, you will not take the chance. 

You think how to move, that I can tell. 

But your thoughts must must leave, and the heart to limbs connect. 

Is it because once you stood and then you fell? 

Memories of brusies to protect? 

Your mind cannot map out your steps for you, 

To feel the music, through your soul it must flow. 

The dance is in your heart, I know itś true, 

That dancing is like breathing I think you know. 

Take a dancerś hand and leave the past, 

The music will be over far too fast.