Dance was a key.

And so, between togetherness and separation,loneliness and jubilation, He danced in turn with pleasure and bittersweet pain.
Dance was a key. It was His most innate nature, to respond to an inner song with every sinewed muscle in His body. Night or day, dark or bright, the end, or just signaling a beginning , dance was the form behind all His form.
He was the epitome of motion; flowing on forever, was His constant.