Composed in Fire.

 

   
A world adrift in stars;

A dream composed in song.
And a boy with hair that glows an ethereal white.

     

Skilful hands dance a tempo of passion and fire;    

a proud and ethereal ballad that ignites the soul.   

   faster the fingers dance;   

 their conductor lost in the music;  

 an musical inferno that grows,
as though,
 If he were to keep playing,
his song would burst from the piano and into magic;

In an intensity of whispered wonder that echo of eldritch fate.    

             

But in that world;   

   a world where song takes true form;    

where music was the worldly incarnation, of the soul itself.

In that world;

the music;

that fiery dance of the aether came to life.    

Flaring into being in a wave of fire and song    

A flaming ballad of wonder composed of dreams

bursting into golden-fire   

A fire composed of the wonder and imagination most adults lose; 

those stars of a golden memory we once knew    

that infinite wonder at the magic in our world   

 that combine with warm and homely feelings of safety in a mother's arms    

and that pure and golden fire people see in young lovers eyes;

        

      

Did I reach her...?       

The boy plays his soul in a wave;    

His love composed in light and fire.      

'And then she felt it' 

A communication that was somehow more than thought,    

beyond speech,    

beyond music or any other worldly conveyance known to man.    

But what could only be described by way of words alone;    

As a wave of pure, musical radiance;    

an anomaly that materialized within,

A sensation close to what we'd call love or hope....

    

A moment of such raw passion and wonder that to know it is to know music,

in its pure and singular essence.

 And for but a moment,    

two souls;  

Worlds apart;  

had become one.        

Silence.    

Bow poised over oldest friend;  

Time itself seemed to slow;

    

 as though reality and the cosmos were holding their breath in the calm before the storm        

Alice felt it;   

that well of will and fire inside.   

The truth  The essence,
    

The slumbering Dragon that lives in the hearts of all beings;      

the girls mind awoke;  

flooded with a wave of light and fire;  

  she could suddenly conceive all of existence;   

Contemplate all truth and wonder in its infinite complexity;  

  And on the brink of darkness;  

a beacon of hope amidst a broken world she played.  

a glowing golden thrum of a dragons soul.   

A beauty beyond beauty that reverberated throughout all planes of life:  

bow and string a dance of perfect harmony .   

The musical piece that was life itself:  

  

She blazed across that shadowed void.  

fingers playing purest wonder; she wove a world in song.