He's a Dancer

It’s the music that moves him
creating the moves, that stir
    his creativity…
that stir his blood
    his passion.

The steps—
that he practices till he gets his
    blood pumping—
his heart racing
and the flow of the
    Dance.
 
It’s the passion
clear, on his face
as he practices his craft.
working out the kinks that
    hold him back.
his body…
     bouncing…
        swaying to the music—
   
as it moves through him
like nourishment feeds us;
so does this dance, this music,
    feed his very soul…
   
Locking—
it’s his hands, arms, and body-
    moving; with purposeful,
           grace and creativity.
   
Feet—
  sliding across the studio floor.
  my heart racing to see the changes
  that he has continued to make—
     the improvements.
 
learning from his own mistakes—
training from himself and others—
  learning from the Masters.
 
Making each old move—
   the shway-
      wacking-
         locking—
these incredible moves…
making them his own.
 
Making his own way in this world.
   it makes me love him more-
   makes me even more proud
    to see his hard work
      pay off in the end…
   
When he performs,
   when he dances.
   
He is more than just my best friend,
he has the talent and soul
  of a dancer.