Dancing.
For me, it's not just an occupation.
It's an obsession.
I live for the sound of music to move my feet to.
Every moment I anticipate my next move.

Yes, I am dramatic.
The darkened stages and hushed audiences are my home.
My feet are my drums.
I am my voice.
My body speaks in ways I normally could not.
I become one with my soul,
Fluidly dancing a song of hope to others.

Dance with me and you'll see.
Just watch one dance.
I affect people and I love it.
I am drunk on the affection.

Watch my alien feet dance a familiar dance,
Though it's one you've never seen before.
You can try, I won't mind.
Trust in me, this exotic ballerina, just for this dance.
Will you cry for me?

To watch, some say, is to watch death and life in one movement.
I am the incarnation of emotion.
You can dance with me.

Be my dancee for the night.
I will be your dancer.
I don't judge you by your species or how you make your living.

I am life.
I am death.
I am faith.
I am angst.

I am taken for granted.
I am what you pay for.
I have no qualms with being a whore.

I am only dance.



KYOKO 2003