Grateful for the interaction and grace
Being present for the ever shrinking race
Of humanity of artists connecting
Who will, I know, will save this place called Earth
Reflections of society, of angst and of the day
We share our words and souls
Allowing what we need to say be said.
Again, I look at the words
In language of dance and form
Painting a picture before my eyes
Feeling the joy, the anger and growth
How I feel such a moment
Now knowing I have grown through the sharing of these words
In a language, foreign beautiful and filled with hope.
Yet not foreign at all.