her eyes dip deep down into the emerald sea
the pounding waves create a
beat
beat
beat
and the music like oil flows through her
setting on fire everything she knows
touching
fulfilling her passion
her fingers move in a rhythmic dance
strings and keys create a trance
the melodic strain rumbles down low
reaching around and rising
away toward heaven
does this incense flow
it reaches His presence and tickles His nose
melts His heart upturns His lips
a smile of delight a smile of approval
"yes My child do your dance...let it move you"
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