Wearing so perfect well
The charged emotions
Of every beat and every lyric
Who joins her, shares in
The choruses?
When she spins those
Elaborate circles –
On the stage,
In her head –
Who stands by her side?
Who does she see
In those sublime, string-high moments;
When she lays back
Off the rhythm
Closes her tarot beauty eyes?
With whom does she dance
In performance heat?
In the public eye
Who stands close?
Who does she see
In the wings of the music?
She who chooses the songs,
While orange lights
And greens collide and glance
Off a thousand floors,
As many doors,
Splashing long-leg shadows
Into histories, inspirations
And the future.
Image; Birmingham Mail
