CAN YOU ONLY HEAR IT OR CAN YOU SEE IT AND FEEL IT TOO

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“Faith c’mon dance with me, let me see how your feet work! C’mon get up, get up now!”
Grandpa took my hand in his and swiveled me around and out of my seat.
“Well dont you look beautiful Faith, oh Faith come with me!” My heels clacked and clinked as I was pulled onto the marble. I saw Alma, Adrian, Augusta, Sonny, Langston, Duke just about everyone was clapping, tapping, groovin away. Groovin to Sonny and his saxophone. The beat was bumpin and my heart was pumping and my Grandpa loved thumpin his feet. Pulling me around the dance floor and twirling me on his finger I let my neck fall back, the colored dresses swam around my head. I let my other arm swing out and my fingers extend to feel the soft satin and beating colors. Reds, Blue,Greens, all passing by.

“Woooowee, have you ever seen such happy people before, I mean, my god do your folks like to dance. I saw you spinning over there before...” Sonny chuckled and put his saxophone down next to him. It’s brass beamed light danced on his skin. Lifting his finger he spinned around yellin, “You were spinning and spinning and spinning! I saw you out there! I can’t even spin that long!”

“I doubt you saw anything, blowing on your sax! I know you keep your eyes closed Sonny.”
“No, no, I saw you this time I really did! You and your pops, you can dance, it is nice seeing you.” I looked at the people finding their coats,
“Sonny, play some songs for me I don’t want to go yet.” I had plans with Rosie later, I watched the whole place empty out.
“Well which one did ya want to hear? He picked his saxophone up and rested it on his lip, weightless.
“Whichever you play the best.” It was just us, and the music beated warm company to my ears. The room had filled with color although all the dresses had went away. I began to twirl, this time looking down at my feet. My red dress picked up like the sides of my mouth and circled my waist, and the black and white pattern marble melted together miraculously beneath me. I stopped spinning. And Sonny stopped playing. “Hey I thought you were closing your eyes cmon shut them.” Sonny shut his eyes, filled his lungs. This time the song was higher in pitch but slow, I rocked side to side following Sonny’s music closing my eyes. Even when they were shut, I could still see all the colors of the dresses draped around me.

I wish I could sing to his music, but I can not. I wish I could dance for longer than just one of his songs, but I can not. It is so lovely though listening and feeling this. New and overwhelming. It beats through me, it beats through my blood, and it beats through my neighbors blood, and my neighbor's neighbors too. All the way down the block, it beats through their blood too.

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