The contrasting black and white on the masterpiece before me reorients my mind into the mode of a whole other language; a language not spoken, but sung.

As my bow slowly descends into position I feel a rush of eagerness and concentration flow from my conscious,  spilling into my veins and drenching my organs.

One
Two
Three
Four;

I am off in a distant place; a destination known only to those who believe in the music; are the song.

My pulse quickens as the end draws near, arms rising and falling,  fingers dancing upon the strings. As the notes gain tempo and decibels increase a ****** is achieved:

The air becomes silent with the breath of music and it is finished.

The bell rings;  leaving me still craving,  yet things are gathered and the physical body moves to the next class,  as if I never left my seat.

and the actress forgets she is playing a character
that she was an actress even

it is only when the lights in the theatre come on
that she reorients herself

fingers tracing the braille of the mask she forgot she wore
the world begins to warp and spin and she finds herself

home amongst the fears
of a reality worse than nightmares