Ah, Dance!

Clap your hands! Stamp your feet! Spin! For you: are my dance. My dance: which on this side of the earth is imprisoned. Stamp your feet on the ground! I hear the joyful sound of your steps from inside the back room. My chained feet, with the sound of your dancing steps, come alive. My bound hands, with the sound of your dancing hands, dance. My heart beats to the sound of your music and hope for a more beautiful world remains in my soul. You and I are here: on one planet, the third planet in the orbit of a sun, it is beautiful, look. Our home: your home and my home. I hear the freedom of your dance, set this dance flying, set joy flying! Set my shackled dance flying like the doves of eternal peace with two white dreamlike wings. Set all the dances of love flying in memory of my imprisoned dance in the corner of a distant back room, alone on this side of the earth...