Magic from the speakers
Sway into a trance
A familiar ritual
I thought the magic all worn out
But it never left
It is just forgotten
Like a spellbook in the antic
Music is a spell
Movement is magic
Static from the speakers
Snap out of the trance
A familiar reality
Let me share a little about myself.
I used to dance a lot. After school, we would
hang out at some open space, plug in the speakers
and start dancing freestyle. That was when none
of us had any proper technique or style.
Someone told me perhaps, that’s dance in its purest
form. It is beyond the shackles of expectations, the
standardisation of movements, and the burden of
I believe that dance is the best thing that happened
in my life. Even though I don’t dance anymore, it
still is one of the best. I thought the dancer in me
is gone, but it is just forgotten. Until the music gets
turned on. This poem is written for the special me
in my youth: the dancer that never left.
Image: Featuring the S**t Kingz on stage
This poem is also dedicated to the S**t Kingz, my biggest inspiration for dancing.