Dancing to the Music

How do you think I feel when I dance by myself on the dance floor?

How do you think it feels
to dance across an empty dance floor?
Your feet sliding gracefully and delicately in rhythm to the music?

How do you think it feels
to dance all by yourself?
To feel free,
almost as if you can fly away?

How do you think it feels
to be one with the music?
Nothing but you,
and the sounds echoing in your ears.

How do you think I feel
when I dance alone without you?
I feel free.
I feel like a bird with newly sprouted wings.

I see you watching from your post on the balcony,
and I smile as I think how you must feel,
that you can't be down here with me
dancing to the music