July 30 (Lunar calendar: June 13), 2023 Sunday | Dawnxisoul393art
《Wonderful Ballet》，by dawnxisoul393
The story and reflections behind our painting 《Wonderful Ballet》, as well as a poem we wrote for it：
The morning sun shone brightly through the window of the dance studio, its warmth igniting a spark of motivation within me. After a restless night, I had woken feeling heavy-hearted, my troubles dragging me down like an oppressive storm cloud. But as the first rays of light broke through the gloom, I found myself drawn irresistibly to the room where happiness and healing often awaited.
Stepping inside, I was greeted by my other constant comfort - the gleaming black and white keys of the piano in the corner. Always faithful, always ready with an embrace of melodies to lift my spirit. Closing my eyes, I rested my fingers lightly and let the familiar tunes wash over me, sighing as the tight knots of anxiety began to unwind. Music truly is magical that way, I thought - with just a few notes, it can transform one's entire mood.
Feeling restored, I began my morning stretches and warmups, loosening tense muscles through movement. As I danced, I played airy tunes on an imaginary piano in my mind, visualizing the score I composed with graceful leaps and spins. Lost in the music, I was startled when a particularly high note caused my mental piano to stretch impossibly long, the keys dissolving and reforming into a flowing skirt around my legs.
Bemused, I twirled experimentally, watching as flocks of black and white feathers fluttered around me. Had my creative daydreams taken a surreal turn? I hardly noticed, too enchanted by the beauty of dancing across what was now an endless, rolling landscape. My feet stroked each key gently, eliciting sweet harmonies as I floated from one melody to the next, guided by heartstrings plucked by unseen musicians.
Colors began to emerge all around - lush greens, rich reds, vibrant purples bursting forth from every crevice between the notes beneath my toes. Flowers bloomed in abundance, their heady fragrances blending with the songs swirling in the air. Birds caught up in the magic trilled and soared, adding their voices to the impromptu orchestra surrounding me. I threw back my head and laughed in sheer delight. There was an entire world blossoming from music's fruitful womb!
As the music built to a crescendo, I felt immense gratitude and love washing through me, cleansing away all remnants of darkness and filling me with radiant joy. All at once, I understood - this was Music's gift, her healing balm. Through her splendor, she reminds us that even in our deepest pains, hope, beauty, and rebirth are always near, wisdom and truth are always accessible if we but open our eyes, our ears, our very souls to her divine tongue.
The revelry faded gradually like receding tide waters, and at last, I stood still, surrounded by bright silence and epiphany's glow. My sorrows were swept away, and my perspective wonderfully shifted. With a smile, I pressed a grateful kiss to my phantom piano strings and skipped back inside myself, newly invigorated.
From that day forward, I devoted myself entirely to cultivating my relationship with Music. Her lessons are priceless; I strive to heed them always. When weariness or loss threatens to overwhelm me, I dance across her keys once more, letting her magic carry me to joy's safe shores. Friends, please join me - let Music light your way, as she has mine. Within her strains, you will surely find strength, comfort, healing, and life's deepest truths. Darkness cannot persist where her radiance shines?
《Wonderful Ballet》(567w)
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