Bright, warm lighting
Shine upon my nervous skin
Almost blinding me
The beat of the fast music
The Tabla
The sitar
The flute
starts
Without Thinking
My feet move
To the Taal
My hands change mudras
To the Taal
My eyes move from side to side
To the Taal
Going down to a squat
My knees pop
Jumping up
My goyna moves with me
Sliding back down
My alta covered feet touch the ground
Once again