Ink Stained Soul…

There are places we never hide. 
Music and flesh. 
Souls that speak everything without saying words. 
A language so sacred there is no place to hide its truth. 

Vibrations course through us so intricately 
that our souls dance and our bodies follow. 

The world would be so dark without music. 
Without touching each other. 
Without you and I. 

From stardust to silver threads. 
Moonlight and sunlight. 
Warm and glowing. 
Power and softness. 

A dance ancient and sacred. 
That is us.