Shadow s dance

Shadow’s dancing
                to the jazz
                on the wall.
Dark fingers snap
                as the metronome’s “cloks”,
the torso’s leant back,
                the head’s tilted sideways
snap-snap

It’s moved its hips,
                Leant forward,
then
              risen quickly,
                spinning around itself
snap-snap

Pause. Music has changed,
                sounds are flowing smoothly now.
The shadow’s hugged itself
                and swayed to the beat
snap…
       snap…

There’s night beyond windows,
                cold, winter night
with piercing, howling wind,
                but the nameless shadow
                continues to dance,
although there’s no for whom
snap…
      snap…
Perhaps, it dances for itself
                and it revels
                movements of the own body,
                and foolish shaking of own limbs,
                and the viscous rhythm,
                and the deep voice of the performer
snap…
        snap…

I froze, watching my shadow on the wall,
                it froze for a moment too,
then
      we smiled to each other,
               waged our hips and again
Allowed music
          To pour through us
snap…
       snap…