Recital
There were light-bits coming from her fingertips dripping from the ends like dew drops, sparkles of the freshest things something in the way she flings it all in it's like a love-dance.. scamper, prance: weight, hold; linger — spring! bounding down and up again See! we are tangled in a reverie with deep, divine madness, hopelessly caught up in it; even, there are some who leap overboard, knowing no prudence, no boundaries, no calculation, once kissed once, by the laughing mad sweetness of eternity carved from white and ebony tapped from in a tautened string… here light flashes; life spills over, making wood, and hand, and copper sing