Flamenco

They say it's about despair and anguish.
But in the convulsion of dancer's body, I see ecstasy and lamentation.
Tattered, sanguine, and a bit churlish,
Movements of hands and legs drip lyrics on the canvass of emotion,
While dazzling rhythms seek the ultimate relish.
Touched by the singer's vehement vocal rendition,
Or carried away by the guitarist's deafening melody;
These moments impart the most thrilling explosion
That comes along with the sudden stillness of the dancer's body.
The unexpected silence in between of sounds,
Like a chasm
Elegantly being sculpted by the dancer's hands,
Captures the glory in its full blossom.
When the voluptuous sound flower
Encounters such a gracious hand stopper,
The rapturous stillness
Has rippled unfathomable sweetness
Across my contemplating mind,
Like a breeze gently stirring a silent pond.