The Genius

The music was thumping and pounding
and thundering deep
into the wooden floor. 

All in black she came
around the crowd
moving flawlessly with the
crashing beat that 
ripped into
and she passed and moved,
the lights circled and pulsed,
and there were lots of girls moving, but
not like her. 

She entered the crowd and
was gone.  But the music continued
and that vision
will stay forever.

Of the thumping, and moving,
and circling.
and how unimportant
I felt
compared to her.


TONAL ARRANGEMENT                                                                               24 X 30  Acrylic