I stand where the floor remembers my feet A quiet hall, dust in the light The music leans into my shadow And my body answers before I think I stand in front of old stones and new names Cities made of time and thread I don’t travel far But the rhythm does I turn, I sway, I repeat myself Same shape, different air Walls change Skies change I keep the same eyes While the world keeps tempo And when the circle closes I’m still moving Standing Where the music began
