The air was empty and mortal when I arrived. The music hall was
fertile with plush red bursting from ancient seats. White formations
and intricate etchings adorned the hall like silvery gold. The sight
was fertile, yet the air empty, devoid of seed particles.I sat down in one from the sea of chairs, and rested my bones to the
earth for a bit.
Mozarts ghost began to haunt chissled trees, symphony of glacial
waters transformed onto the stage. The air must not be blank (I am
thinking) this genious of heart chords could only have risen from
concentrated love ponds. He must have never been weened from the
juice of love, this masterpieces is movement in a mind. It is a
contagious swelling of the heart. And so contagious every wonder must
be of its string.
I focus my attention into a dazed manner, I keep my eyes open
unblinking- transfixed upon the sculpture of a lady. She is a white
bust in center cieling. I figure she could be a god so I make her
mine for those very moments.
Still I refrain from blinking. My state is such that blinking is
unneccessary and forgotten. Bones to the earth- processes of body are
retardoed. :)
I breathe in and the wall bends towards me as if I were vaccuming a
day dream into my mouth. Yet the wall bends subtly, peacefull, for my
breath is likewise.
Soon the silvery golden lady begins to shift her eyes. Never was she
stone, but alive beyond stiffness, and I have acknowledged her.
Colors begin to experiment with ehir spirits. The air is sweetly
green, black blue, purple, all the colors of mingling space particles.
I closed my eyes when their roots became tired, knowing walls
breathe, stone sees, and air is an elixor of rainbows. And the music
played on, confirming my observations.