that song

It was like being in a dream. The beginning chords struck a sense of excitement, anxiety, newness and adventure! Each instrument layering upon one another sounds of what was to come. The power a few mere strings have to take our emotions on a whole journey, a complete experience. A few keys marking the beginning of something greater, more exciting, bringing alive a vision long asleep within the heart. It was art at its peak. But yet, it only kept rising. It only kept getting better.

As the rhythm sped up, and different sounds took lead with each beat, the unstoppable was approaching. If you could just close your eyes and see, and be in this world. Each instrument gliding you through a different era, a different time. It was like having wings, but not flying, rather letting the rumbling soothing winds of the music lift you up, beyond just the sense of existence, towards the natural in its truest form. I heard voices, each singing with a different emotion. Each telling a different story. But the composition together, was a perfect melody, a perfect fairy tale. A story that took everything from the real people we were, to the dreamers within us. Our truest form.

And I danced, and danced on, as long as the music lasted, as long as the feeling never ended. But as the applause drew down the curtains, the dreamer inside silently curled up into a corner of my mind, for another small period of hibernation. As the vision of her faded into the light, her whisper continued to echo in my ears, when the music returns, she said, I will return. And we shall dance again.