Silhouettes

There is a secret in the rhythm Of people passing by: While they're moving, they play fetch With their shadows in the light. I am standing in the middle, Slowly abiding by the flow, And all I see is silhouettes Elapsing on the floor. Sometimes I can't exactly explain what I see And what I mean Gets lost in translation. Yet, all these words I write and sing, They are pure And what they convey Is the great love I see outside. Oh, if only I could voice my thoughts. I'm mesmerised By things all around, Fascinated by our movements, So fleeting, so random. You fell Just like a leaf falls from an old tree, Alighting on the floor As a tired soul does. You got What you wanted And I rejoice. Sometimes I can't exactly explain what I mean 'Cause what I mean Gets lost in translation. Yet, all these words I write and sing, They are pure And what they convey Is the great love you had inside. There's a secret In the rhythm That we live by, The reason we're alive. I can't name it, I just feel it. Did you find it When you leapt?