μουσική, also known as music

Hands crossed above your head
Hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the pounding techno beat
Eyes alternately open and closed
Lips parted slightly, occasional glimpse of your tongue
Almost like you were tasting as well as hearing the music

Mi hija más joven confirms this totally describes how I look when I dance. (She uses the word "totally" because, well, she's a valley girl once again.) So...the quesion is, do I taste the music? No, of course not :-)

I breathe it.

Wikipedia says, "Music is an art form in which the medium is sound organized in time. Common elements of music are pitch (which governs melody and harmony), rhythm (and its associated concepts tempo, meter, and articulation), dynamics, and the sonic qualities of timbre and texture. The word derives from Greek μουσική (mousike), "(art) of the Muses".

First, the Muses rock. Everything about them is erotic. They're goddesses, water nymphs, sisters; AND they know a thing or two about dancing. In fact, I'm pretty sure the Muses dance with their lips slightly parted.

It's the beat. Rhythm incites movement. Strip away the harmony and melody, timbre and texture, and set rhythm by a bonfire - I guarantee muses will dance. Musical rhythm syncs with our hearts, our breathing; it finds and pulls these instruments towards itself and strums them into emotions that feed on the rhythm, thus creating an emotionally-charged cycle. Long after the music dies away, when the flickering flames and elongated shadows are still playing in the dark, rhythm holds our souls in the softest grip. It dies away and lets us go gently to wherever it is we need to be.

I carry rhythm in my head. Standing in the grocery store, waiting at the DMV, in my car with no music on, I can at any time shut out the world around me and hear a song or at least a beat. Adding timbre and texture to the rhythm is like stroking my body with a velvet glove. Add melody and harmony, and I am stimulated, excited, tantalized. The timid notes caress me, the bolder strokes push hard against me. I am not capable of standing still. I want to move. I want to twist and turn and writhe and squirm.

I want to part my lips and breathe.