Lord of Trance

His arms are flailing about,
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.

Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.

Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.

The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.