The music starts.
It moves me and others to stand and join the orchestra.
I feel the music pulsing in my body. Urging me.
A mere touch of my hand, and the power of the music transfers to her.
We move in tandem as if we have known each other since the start of time.
We join the orchestra at its every turn and phrase.
How does the music play me, make me, make us, move like this?
I feel as if I know the music as much as the orchestra does.
We move in tandem as if we have known each other since the start of time.
We join the orchestra at its every turn and phrase.
How does the music play me, make me, make us, move like this?
I feel as if I know the music as much as the orchestra does.
Or is it that music knows us to the depths of our humanity, the dancing animal?
It cannot get any better than this . . . until it does.
Now those around us are just as much a part of us as the orchestra is.
We are now an organism coming to life on this small clod of dirt, spinning around an insignificant star in an insignificant galaxy.
This is my greatest moment when I dance in tandem with the orchestra and those with whom the music has possessed so completely . . .
When suddenly the Milky Way becomes a significant galaxy . . .
Our star, especially brilliant . . .
And this clod of dirt, the most welcoming place for a dance floor in the universe.
Note: Musicality is not a skill. It is yielding to the power of music. Being possessed to the bone by who you are at your purest humanity. Music knows you, and will guide you to know yourself.
