• Sitting in the auditorium,
    listening to the orchestra,
    I close my eyes and I am in paradise.
    The brass and the woodwinds,
    joining together to create a beautiful sound.
    The percussion ensemble and the strings,
    harmonizing to create a scene of perfection.
    As everything quiets,
    the low rumble of the drums beat,
    and the violin solos.

    I think of a pixie,
    twirling straight up,
    quickly through the trees.
    It breaks through the canopy,
    and pirouettes,
    opening it's wings in an explosion of fairy dust.

    It flies focused towards the moon.
    A look of determination on her face.
    She leaves a trail of blue dust,
    sparkling in the dim light.
    She stops and a tree rises out of the wood.

    Flying into her room,
    she is met by her fiancé.
    They hold each other for a few moments.
    Then the crickets chirp,
    the frogs croak,
    and the pixies sing.

    They begin to dance.
    The grace of the movement of fairies,
    is normally never met.
    But the beauty of a dance of fairies,
    especially those that are in as much love as these two,
    is never comparable.

    They move with the movement of their love.
    She kicks high and he spins her,
    holding on to her hand.
    He pulls her back to him and she dips.
    They finish with their final pose and they kiss.

    I open my eyes,
    the song is over.
    The crowd is mesmerized.
    They do not move for a moment,
    then the roar of applause is louder than the loudest drum.
    I stand and applaud loudest of them all.