Dancing

You were a new tune
played on an old victrola;
tinny, hard to understand,
(but I gave it a 75, it was easy to dance to).

You took my hand (and stepped on my feet)
leaving footprints on my soul
that followed me around; asking
"Where is the music? Where IS it?"

but I never found the song.

I listened to so many stations
spinning the dial manically;
DJ's touting miracle drugs
guaranteed to ease the pain

and they never did.

I tried to dance but never
learned the steps, looked into
eyes but never found the way,
burned with sweat but never
loved the deed, unsatisfied

I took my loneliness to bed

while the notes would dance around
my head. I heard them in the whispers
on the street, I searched for them
in everyone I'd meet. until my steps
would finally drum the beat of someone
walking down the wide expanse who

whistled in my ear familiar notes
that told a tale of understanding
pain, you smiled, and took my hand;

and then we danced again.