Actors are the poets of the real.
They mould the air with bodily appeal
The body is the soul through which we feel
Imprisoned bodies kill the soul ideal.
Dancers fuse with music stretching air.
They push and pull the freedoms that live there
They play with Newton’s laws as they change gear
The bodies bend and flow with utter zeal.
Singers touch us deeply to the core.
As we listen with our shrunken hearts so sore
We will cry out, oh, more,oh, more , yes, more.
As deep into our inner self ,they gore.
In every aspect of our human lives
Rhythm, meter, movement are our guides
How my heart sings 