-BEAT OF THE DRUM IN MY EARS-

A WOMAN FADES INTO VIEW...

the way sunlight creeps discreetly within the cracks of windows in the early morning. She is surrounded in an ambiance of foggy light that disorients the look of

her to where it's like looking through glass coated in mist. She cannot be fully seen, but you can hear the soft sprinkle of a harp's fine notes floating through the air;

soothing your mind like a massage to the head. The fingers she bare float across each string, creating the most beautiful of cloud-like songs.

And suddenly her harp sounds are joined by a row of tribal people who clap

against their bodies, creating sounds unknown to instruments. Recreating the noise emitted when the tongue is flicked against the inside of an upper mouth.

Then slowly, a queen emerges from the ground encircled by ballerinas. Ballerinas

held in the posture of music box figurines. They rise with the sound of an

angel's hum in their wake accompanied by tribal claps and breathing harps.

Then, in the blink of an eye, bass is released through the beating of drums as the poised dancers move in sharp motions in accordance to the rhythm that is played.

Yet, they still somehow find it possible to dance sharp yet move fluid like water

in the middle of transformation to ice. Beats on tribal drums are intensified, ballerinas dance with the force of fire in their toes, feminine woman who who plays each string of the harp as if she is wrapping bubblegum around her fingertips opens her mouth to sing with the voice of a goddess and in a split second- it all stops.

I open my eyes to realize I've been pulled from my musically fantasized dream world.

I am left alone in my room once again...

only to do homework.

~ifthenightcouldtalk