soul.
the black dress she wears comes right below the knees and sparkles. the small rhinestones on her dress mirroring the lights.
soul.
her feet, which stand in expensive black christian louboutins, tap the beat of the music on the stage.
soul.
her voice fills the auditorium, her lungs projecting a beautiful melody.
soul.
the pianist behind her feels the music, his body fluidly moving in sync with his hands. he rocks, back and forth.
soul.
her face is masked with emotion as she clearly can relate to the lyrics.
soul.
it’s something about the way she stands, the way her voice falls and escalates.
she is soul.
I love the repetition of that word. so powerful.
ReplyDeleteI second Bek.
ReplyDeletecan i third? beautifully done!
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