Flow

A girl enters a room with massive ceilings and floor length windows that overlook the ocean on a shimmering night. The moon dances in the ocean waves releasing herself from the pent up immobility she shows in the sky. The waves crash against the sandy shore creating the song for the moon’s sparkling dance. 1

The girl dares to step into the room feeling the cool marble against her bare feet. Invigorated by the natural beauty just beyond the windows she rushes to open them. She too yearns to feel the cool breeze and hear the clarity of the ocean waves. Inspired by the celestial dance she yearns to join in the natural song.  She sways to the sound of the ocean sucking itself in rocking on her heels. Crash! With the clap of the wave she jumps and falls to the floor with all of her might. Pulling herself up she notes the subtle accompaniment of the soft crickets. For them she twirls round and around. Light slowly starts to creep in around her as she twirls about. It follows and envelopes her carrying her far off. ~2

The melody of a grand piano enters and is fast and upbeat. A hissing moan rings through her ears as she goes higher, higher. The melody anxious to keep up…or is it the one propelling her forth? A high chord slams down as she reached the apex in the sky and glows. Ooh’s and ahh’s resound as she gently drifts descending as the melody falls comfortably into a quiet murmer. Fireworks, yes that’s it. Lower and lower the melody sinks until the sole spark that is left from the glorious fire in the sky touches the earth.3

“Lay there on the ground and turn the dirt into your joys,” the phrase rings through her head as the ember dies out. Somewhere in the distance the scratching of pen against paper tries to fight in but never touches the quiet scene.4

She finds herself on the forest floor lying on the ground. The whisper of the trees leaves sweep in and are soon replaced by the sighing of the violin. The smell of wet earth enters in her nostrils and she notices the dew that once hung so precariously on the grass is seeping through her clothes and kissing her bare skin. The violin still continues to sigh its sad song over taking the tune of piano almost completely, but the piano refuses to give up the fight. Something catches her eye. A bear in the distance clenches a fish between its jaws. The fish is dying slowly, but still thrashes ever more weakly till it fades as the piano mirrors its action. The bear walks away munching on its new found meal and the violin dominates throughout the forest echoing growing stronger. The bear finishes his meal; in discontent it meanders back to the river as fish start to leap from the river falling back in. The tapping of black and white keys starts to creep back in as the violin still keeps control. The bear thrusts itself into the river full force. Fish swim all around and hundreds of other aquatic things join in the seemingly synchronized swimming around the beast. A full chorus follows a multitude of instruments soaking the bear in their powerful blare. The bear’s strong trudging through and out of the river brings the beat of a bass drum. Slowly that beat is the only thing left as the girl begins to come back to reality with the steady beating of the ocean waves. 5

She opens her hazel eyes as she scans the massive room that is now in chaos. Her heavy panting is all that rings through her ears now. The moon hangs low in the sky withdrawing its reflection. Silver papers dot the marble floor showing whimsical notes across rigid staff lines. A smile creeps across her face as she realizes that her journey and piece are finished…for tonight.