The emotional dance

Pure happiness, or  rather, an electricity that 
Explodes, takes flight,  spills out 
From an unknown place  into the deep 
Between the spirit and  the heart 
It isn’t just a simple  sequence of different  movements, 
But a power that unites  mind and body. 
A magic that makes you  metamorphose, every  time, 
Like a butterfly in spring.
The body becomes light,
It’s the pen with which you write your own story,
Every movement, every breath
Say what the mouth cannot.
Counting from one to eight:
The emotional dance