After Years Away She Returns to Tango

The counterclockwise churn of the milonga's revolving door

¡Volver!  


After years away...

Tonight she again enters at tango's door,
A waterfall of sounds, a tango pours
Out millions of moments before her eyes.

Tango may be latent, but would never die.
It burns still inside her. As she sits to hear
As D'Arienzo brings her back to the years...

When dance was a way of being

And being a way of dance.

When eyes closed, a way of seeing,

And seeing, a way of trance.

¡Volver!  It echoed in her soul.  ¡Volver!

¡Volver!  It echoes in my soul.  ¡Volver!

Her years of tango-silence are broken
With her nod to my request unspoken
To dance again what once so moved her.

Strange that I, too, fought off tango's lure.

I had better things to do, I said. "Don't return
To that wooden path's counterclockwise churn!I'm tired of having nothing but dance to live for!"
Yet, soon I, too, am again at a milonga's door,

And I, too, hear the waterfall of sounds
Lifting me up from life's ups and downs.

It burns still inside me as I sit to hear
A familiar Biagi brings back the years...

For dance is a way of being,

And being a way of dance.

For dance is a way of seeing,
And seeing a way of trance.

A millennium of tango-silence is broken
With her nod to my request unspoken.

We give in to the dance -- its way of being.
We yield to touch and music for seeing.

We resign to the embraces we lacked.

I softly assure her, "Welcome back."

One of my favorite, cozy milongas in Germany: " Volver"
I'll see you at the door.

Photo Credit for the revolving door:  Karl Freund.