Song For The Unknown
I don’t really know who you are – but I can imagine.
I’ve been noticing you, taking note of the little things, piecing you together bit by bit.
I stand near you some days just so I can smell you – just so I can breathe with you.
And when your eyes pick me out in the crush I like to picture what you see. I like to think you think of me.
In my head, I hear you say my name – and it is a kind of music.
I imagine us making love.
One day we will – when I have the courage to burst into your song, to dance the dance I see inside you.
You are no longer a stranger to me, for I have known you with my hunger.
So take off those headphones – let that song be heard – and dance with me.
Right now – in front of everyone.
[This letter is an extract from a dance theatre piece called ‘An Incomplete Map of Desire]