Magic

The melody was soft and sweet, rising and falling, taking a form of its own as it grew in this single voice. This freedom of expression, a freeing of her inner voice; a story unfolds in the simplistic tone. The tone softens until a staggering second of silence: stretching on and holding the audience captive, waiting. The room suddenly erupts in harmony, the beautiful fusion of a hundred voices. Shapes emerge, ghostlike figures that are born from the melody, fashioned in the depths of the listeners' mind. Dancing and twisting, unbound by the confines of reality; each growing in the power of the words, the magic of the music.

Some moments just captivate you and steal your breath without warning; those precious golden seconds for which I'll search relentlessly without reward, and then: it just happens. When the music is gone and the lights have dimmed, somehow the trace of a smile can linger through the loneliness. And then life's not so bad, for you know that somehow beauty still exists.