There are times when a voice isn't enough. There are times when only movement will suffice. There is something precious and loving about soft arms, quiet steps and barely there presence.

Then again, don't you see that anyway with a voice?

Why do you look at me strangely when I break into spontaneous dance as soon as I hear Grease at Blockbuster? Why do you look disconcerted when I shed open tears at the beauty of Faure's Requiem or Josh Groban's voice? Why do you look at me disapprovingly when I break into song whenever the mood strikes me? Why do you frown at my laughter? Why do you shy away from me whenever I reach out to give you a hug? Why do you not understand my need to move to music that touches me? Why do you close up? Why do you not give? Why do you laugh in that embarassed manner? Why do you constantly change the subject? Why do you keep silent? Why are you angry?

Why, is it wrong to show deep emotion? Is it wrong to care?

I am no longer satisfied with dancing by myself. Why could you not understand that?