I wanna dance with stars overhead until each sounds a heart stirring lullaby oftentimes a sense to glide and hop, and glee no intense lights and audience but dance spree. I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna listen watch how the birds are dancing on their claws how they jump, transfer, hop with so much joy how they cling onto an olive branch, fit tightly Could I have a dance that seems forever, or tiptoeing on a silvery night grass dew? Dance slowly and don’t dance too fast. Time flies, it swiftly moves, past This word is intelligible, Spacious could hear a voice in refrain could feel a vision, staring. I wanna dance with the bright round disk overhead until it hears a heart stirring music until it plays a knitted sheet of danceable clefts as it trebles slowly and quietly.