The songs of the future, the loves of my future, he comes to me like music to my ears. I am entranced by his melody. I dance through the night. He inspires me to write words, romantic prose, carries me on wings to other worlds, the melodíes composed…seldom heard, and upon reacquaintance, I hear anew, new words and sounds, as if hearing a new song.
Remembering, running home from school to listen to a new song, now I am running from work, the excitement is almost overwhelming. Attentive, my mind captivated and elated, oh joy, oh bliss. All-day, I wore a smile on my face, and all was so youthful. Let the thunderclap, the heavy rainfall, my desires captured within. I am riding on a rhythm so divine. It transports me to the nirvana of the mind. Through the hours, I try to recollect the beats, the lyrics improvised, but, I don’t care. The experience brings to mind new images, moves and dances. I choreograph, my limbs romancing, my body primed, in tune, at one intertwined with the composition. We fuse, I create, escape from worldly things: the mundane and banality of everyday existence. I am transported back to the child dancing in front of the rum shop, free, but the dancing stopped when he heard the adults’ applause. Suddenly, I became self-conscious.
Come, Apollo play me your flute, so my feet can dance until I drop from exhaustion. But, even then, I will be dancing in my head. Elevated above the ground, I rise to the heavens where my heart now dwells. I walk trying to compose myself, the music pounding through my headphones. I fight, my steps trying to synchronise with the melody. Sometimes, I drift, become forgetful. Until, I crash back to Earth, and remember Icarus. I should remember not to fly too close to the Sun. For, only one devoid of their senses would do such a thing. I must compose myself, remember the lines rehearsed, conform, wear my uniform, and descend back to the ground. For, I am not a bird, free to fly in the blue sky. Forgetting myself for the briefest of moments, unchained from worldly concerns, I danced to the melody composed. I felt the joy of the Sun rising and the morning chorus songs filled my heart, and I sang in wild abandonment. Free in the knowledge that one has touched my heart.