Words Can Dance

Can you feel it? The rhythm inside – My brainwaves take me for a ride. It pulses through my thoughts and makes Them twist until the thinking aches. I wonder if the world can hear The beat within my inner ear. It cannot make me jump and shout But always makes my words stand out. It comes as I begin to write, A siren call I cannot fight. Through my pen and onto the page, Which suddenly becomes a stage. It tells my words to leap and twirl: The rhythm puts them in a whirl. They partner up, rhyme-to-rhyme, And skip and sway and prance in time. Interpreting their graceful dance Is not a task I leave to chance. I love to feel them flowing through My mind – they make my feelings true. I must confess I cannot swing, Or waltz or tap or even sing. But I don’t feel upset and small Because my words can do it all.