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i took the stage not knowing what i was going
to play. the dancer, my muse, swayed and waited.
the big drum started, slow and throbbing. the
didg hit the drone on a low A and my bow
followed, pulling on my lowest string, also
an A. my fingers moved, her body moved. the
improvisation was exotic, middle eastern, balkan,
sensuous, snaky. she is my favorite dancer. she
can move like no other. she reaches inside of me
and pulls the notes from my being, our energies
swirling together. my eyes follow her and caress
her as she glides in her space.all too soon,
i see her signal and complete my musical thought,
letting the instrument vibrate as the last tones
echo across the room.
11/2/2005 6:52 pm
thank you for visiting, barenativ!|
i hope that you stop in again as
i hope to express much more.
11/27/2005 8:00 pm
I could feel the way she danced just from your words... I await more.|
12/14/2005 8:41 pm
The throbbing rythm of the speaking drum..|
the notes called forth...
by his enchanted hands
spread over me...entered me.
As his gaze fell upon me...
flowed over me...
the heat of passions...
stirred to life again.
I danced for him.
(Lick: I hope you don't mind...but your prose elicits such responses from me. It's as though I want to wrap my words around your words in an embrace of complementry images.)