Her music is the ocean. We wait still
and silent for navigation. Only
by the ocean can we hear crescendo
of the wind. Only by the ocean we
feel the light touch of the sun reflected
in crystals. With the ocean as guide
we see the bashful moon hiding behind
trees as it reveals it's studied wisdom.
This wisdom a shared experience; by
definition an illumination.
Her music flows around each seat rising
to the ceiling then crashes from her
piano. Her virtuosity drowns
us, and w'ere hungry to reclaim our fins.
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