Where the Music Comes From

One summer night in a time long ago,
my best friend set a vinyl record
on the player on her porch.
She let the needle drop
on fairy music that made us move
on the grassy yard of her farm.
Nutcracker Suite, and we
went whirling in the night.
Our bodies needed no rest,
and music’s incantation
never had an end.

I am dancing still
at seventy and six.
The grass is soft, the stars are shining
I am lifted by the flutes
and then the violins,
and oh, the horns are sounding.
My twirling in the velvet night
spirals and endures.
I brim and flow,
and blaze with the bliss
of music that rings from within.

©Susa Silvermarie 2023