Standing Naked
Music enters, complex, simple, sweet.
A longing,
A searching,
Seeking expression, voice, upon feet
Standing naked
Alone, yet not alone, lingering
Tomorrow
Or forever,
Feet tapping, dancing, dance floor searing,
Standing naked
With all eyes riveted to each move
Of stillness,
Of motion,
Acoustic softness, electric groove,
Standing naked
In a lone spotlight on a dark stage
Before no one,
Before everyone,
As streaming songs flow from each page
Standing naked
In rawness, invisible, in time
For lyrics,
For rhythms’
Drum beat throbbing, pulsating in rhyme
Standing naked
Voice of soul exposed, vulnerable,
Wisdom lost,
Wisdom found,
No way to know what is valuable
Standing naked
In front of you while there is still song
In the soul,
In the air,
Putting it on the line while all along
Standing naked.
© 2007 Thomas A. Ekkens