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It begins with the haunting call of a platinum flute,
echoing through dark woods to a clearing of crystal.
I am a figure skater, grace notes pirouette on a pond
of frozen light.
The flight of intervallic leaps from note to note may
seem linear. Yet the sequence of interlocking spaces
spirals out beyond time. It ends with the unfolding of
an ice petal arpeggio.
The metallic resonance created by French composer Edgar
Varese in 1936 feels as breathtaking as a frost flower
in bloom. Applause rings out and I bow, having returned
to the world.
around the moon