Dancin' where the stars go blue

She danced, alone in the woods, alone by the moonlight. The animals were asleep, all but the owls, yellow eyes unblinking as they watched this woman in a white wedding dress twirl and dance, her eyes closed, the most peaceful look on her face. The owls watched her, and the moon shone over her. The trees sighed, leaves fluttering, the wind whistled as it whipped past her dress, the tresses on it twirling with a life of their own. She was in her head, she was in the forest.

Her pale skin glowed with joy. Her movements fluid, assured and confident in themselves.

She was at peace, she was home. She had found what it was she had been looking for. The frowns had vanished into the void from whence they came. The wrinkles, the tears, the dullness in her hair gone. Vanished like so many things that rode on the wind and never came back.

She danced, alone to her tune, the music, a symphony of emotions, tears flowing down her face, not tears of worry, but rather, shedding age and shedding worries like a snake sheds its skin. Her auburn hair shone with the lustre of youth, and burned by the moonlight, her face basked in the moon’s caress.

She danced alone to a song only she could hear. A song that had started at her birth, that had gone through highs and lows, and now was ending on a beautiful note.

The concerto was ending, and people were dabbing tears from their eyes with the corners of their handkerchiefs, tears born out of a rising, a great swelling of the heart in joy and ecstasy. 

She danced alone, the song reached its high notes, the dance getting faster, stronger, the dress circling around her, the movement invisible, a dervish’s dance.

A puppet master could not pull a marionette as beautifully as the girl danced. She was the epitome of creation, nothing before, and nothing after could quite compare. Her movement had no words to describe it. Divine was the closest, and that too could not do justice. It was as if she were walking on water, graceful, light, sans pareil. Without equal, without comparison.

Clouds passed over the moon, plunging the forest, the world into darkness. Even when there was no light, her hair shone like fire, her face glowed like happiness come to life. Watching her took the breath away, heart fluttering out to become a puppet for her to command.

The light came back, a serenity blanketing the ground, Selene casting her shadow across the world. The ground rose and fell, breathing in and out, spirits rising, each one a note, there was doe, there was rae. Mee, faa, all coming out to dance, only she saw the music. Each note playing softly across the breeze, each note playing in her head, a concert for herself, one that she embodied and brought to life. 

She danced to a concert only she could hear, the most beautiful thing in the world.