In a dark and smoky room
Internal fire ignites
Her pulse plays catch up
With her swaying body

Like an artist
Her strands paint a portrait
All around her
Movement is a storyteller

Emotions spring - blood rush! 
The audience feels compelled 
to watch heartbreak
In motion on a Friday night

In her own universe
Among bright stars and bodies
She avoids eye contact
Scared to reveal her soul

No identity tonight
She loses herself to music
Her faithful companion
Will envelope and internalize