It's when the spaces in my bones vibrate, resonate.
It could be when we all pile up on each other and laugh, or cry.
When dancing feels like singing, like a bell has been struck in the core.
It sounds like a drum. Like old skeletons laughing and dancing. Wise and ghoulish.
The first thing that comes to mind may be inappropriate.
It could be Mozart. A resonance of all relationships.
Greek tragedy. The blues.
It could be all the voices inside you
and me, finally tumbling out.