Flickering flames of light

Flickering flames of light
illuminate the air and objects around them,
dancing to a song only they can hear
with thin ribbons of smoke trailing up
from their outstretched arms
and dissipating into nothingness.
I wonder what song they’re dancing to
and how they can perform in both
syncronisity and individuality.

My eyes plead me not to attempt at
watching them all;
focus on one only –
I see a flame that dances by itself
but also
joins in with the others,
and another does the same.

I wonder if I can be like that, too.