(a guest blog post by Sharmarie, inspired by our on-going tangosensaciones conversations. Join us.)
listening to myself listening
so busy in my head
thinking…
my steps
my posture
my partner
b r e a t h e
let the music flow
through
movement
rhythm
expression
connection
listening to myself listening
the energy
the space between notes
put on la cumparsita.
don’t think.
just notice
what moves.
the small shift
of weight.
the breath
opening a little.
the body
saying yes
before you know
to what.
then oblivion.
another composer.
another pulse.
another place
inside the body.
we spend years
learning to hear tango.
the orchestras.
the accents.
the ache.
the silence
inside a phrase.
but sometimes
i think deeper listening has nothing to do
with knowing the music.
it is knowing
the body
that receives it.
because music
never finds us empty.
it finds us
tired.
hungry.
open.
guarded.
lonely.
alive.
it slips in
through the cracks.
finds the places
we forgot
were tender.
and the same song can touch
a different place
tomorrow.
so maybe musicality is not listening
for the beat.
maybe it is
listening for
the pulse beneath it.
the quiet place
where something in us begins to stir.
and then
letting it.
the weight.
the breath.
the wanting.
the body
remembering
how to move
toward something it cannot name.
– sharmarie
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Bravo Sher! Loved it.