a soulful sound.
Its repertoire, there is no bound.
From Lullaby to Funeral March,
the Limbo in between.
Its music, strange and questioning
Tapping toes catch the beat.
Rhythm stirs happy feet.
Displacing air we leave the ground,
twirling round and round.
Suspended at the tempos change
Dancing in a higher plane
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