Musical Expressions

Gavotte to the hornpipes,
turning to the tambourine
shaking her restless spirit
moving down her body
and back up again.

Her eyes flashing prisms of blue,
hair flashing like flickers of fire,
I can see how she moves,
third person familiar,
I can almost feel her through the mirror.

My freely reflected self,
held down by nothing,
I close my eyes and
she dances with me,
we are perfectly matched.

Her voice rings in my ears
as I turn and turn,
singing through my lips,
I am transposed
into a musical muse.

Every movement a note,
every chord a song,
echoing with rhythm
beating life, escalating
until the music comes to a stop.