What is thhat lovely noise-Poem collections

What is that lovely noise?
Looking down the road through my dreamy eyes I see the music and merriment, my hips are now swaying faster and faster too.
The girls curl their hair and wrap their bodies in silk or velvet to go dancing down the road.
Turning down the road to the happy sounds, intriguing me. I know our babies, babies will hear the stories, the stories of how we leaped and bounded down the road to where our troubles melted and happiness was easy.

The warm feeling you feel rush over you is not drugs is not money, but happiness. the feeling a caged bird gets when it stretches out its wings and flys for the first time.
The twist and twirl your feet give to the music is the true feeling of letting go. Like letting the damn flow.
When you let your soul dance your true beauty will show. its a feeling you never want to let go.

listening to the drum; tap, tap, tap, its thin canvas and the trumpet ring its brass shell you feel as if the sound has ringstroms that hit your body in such a way that your part of the music. You hit your feet to the ground like the rain hitting the pavement.