No one to dance with!! I’m home alone. I open my closet, and dance with the sleeve of my shirt. I need something or someone to hold to.Dancing now to old disco songs by DonnaSummer. You see I’m blind.

Once I was able to see, before a car accident took my vision. Maybe, my vision is gone, but my heart and soul are not.Music takes me to places, I could only imagine in my head.

Dancing keeps me me alive. Music always takes me out of my depression. I visualize myself as a professional ballerina. Spinning like the doll in a music box, spinning round and round.

Sometimes I lay on the couch with a cocktail . Listening to Beethoven, Bach, Andrea bocelli.

To relax and relieve stress. For they were blind as well.When feeling sassy, with headphones,I turn on Stevie wonder. I blast the music and explode my frustrations. I count the beats of the music.Similar to counting your steps when your blind. 20 steps to bathroom. Make a left, walk 15 steps to kitchen. I call it my musical steps for the soul. Gloria Gaynor sang I will survive. So will I.Let the music play on!!!