The Dance Consumes

Verse 1

Flick of the fan, soft in the light,

Kick of the leg in the hush of the night.

Twirl of the dress — the whole room stares,

Wonder runs deep at the beauty that’s there.

Verse 2

Lift from the floor, hearts weightless and bare,

Hush where the breath and the silence flare.

Every soft step is a story come true,

Art in its glory, and we’re carried through.

Chorus

Thump of the beat, clack of the flats,

A strike of grace — the heart’s tipped its hat.

Round and around till the night is through,

The dance consumes — we’re lost in you.

Verse 3

Lanterns glow, and the firelight bends,

We’re silent in awe where the music ends.

No self remains, just the art we see,

A dancer alive in pure mastery.

Bridge

Moonlight spills on the old pine floor,

Every turn you take we’re yearning for more.

Time stands still when your shadow meets,

The soul of the room in the ocean beat.

Chorus – repeat & end

Thump of the beat, clack of the flats,

A strike of grace — the heart’s tipped its hat.

Round and around till the night is through,

The dance consumes — we’re lost in you.