She looks out over the mirror-like lake,
as the rippling waves come crashing towards her
as she sits on the silvery dock listening
as the waves rush closer to her and under her.
She breathes in,
not the fishy smell
but the beauty and elegance of everything around her.
As the sky prepares for battle,
the clouds thickly cover over
as if a deep fog settling.
As the wind blows, the girl shivers inwardly
as if icy fingers were tiptoeing down her back.
Slowly, the waves begin to bob towards the shore
as fairy-like creatures dance a ballet
on the shimmering floor.
In the distance beyond the curtain of fog,
a snare drum-roll is heard.
Nearby, she hears a flute and turns to see
the trees shuddering in fear.
The cymbal-like crash of the waves
against the shore in 4/4 rhythm
with the flute in its own time.
The drum-roll begins to close in on the girl
becoming louder as it comes.
The curtain closes around the girl
as she listens to the music
and tries to find the ballet dancers in the dungeony
darkness.
Soon an electric white heat streaks before her eyes
blinding her a minute
while the bass drum booms
across the theatre for a moment.
She spies the fallen dancers as they drift
helplessly away like rag dolls.
Warm air rushes toward her,
but she only feels the prickle of the xylophone
trinkling over her body.
Lightly the pianist composes a new tune
the notes becoming a loud high-pitched stacatto
as the shard-like notes break the mirror and stage into
pieces.
The girl so enraputured does not at first
feel the change of music
but leans closer over the edge as if in a trance.
At the climax of nature's compositions,
all instruments stopped sharply
leaving notes
hanging
in the air as an echo.
A swirling mist
crept out from the border
where the stage once had lain.
Tendrils of mist
began crawling to center stage
erasing all that was
as if a dream ending.
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