It fills my ears like liquid gold. I take a breath to stop the need of unspoken remedy. The strokes of the lost voilen rhythms the beats of my heart; the easy rhyme of the piano mocks my soul.
To not jump and leap would be to infester a child, an action that I take for granted. My heart calls out for the music set before me. The rhythm takes me away, as I loose hope. Easing my Pain and Anger, I take it.
Dance. My mind tells me as I harness the music of an orphan child. Bowing, leaping, gliding. Letting the fluid of the strokes take my body prisoner. I dance.
I forget. The world becomes a whirl of colors. Fire. Water. Earth. Air. All dancing with perfect rhythm with my soul and heart. So beautiful, it makes a grown man cry. Violen, Cello, Piano. All screaming at me to fly. To forget.