She used apparently the moon's rays as harp-strings
and generated an so far unheard subtle music. How she dealt with playing at
these intangible strings was puzzling, but you did not wonder long about it,
the music changed your state of mind, and the mind turned into butterflies that
flew in and out between each other, rose higher and higher and finally
disappeared into the night sky.
Then was the music set free, absorbing all memories
and expectations, so only emotions seemed active. Emotions soon gained their
original purity and interacted virtuously with the magic from the strings.
The colors became more intense and present, moving as
newly composed poetry that wrote itself with a natural ease that made finer and
cleaner descriptions, than the northern lights, rainbows and Menuhin could
deliver together. Colors, emotions and music seemed not as separate phenomena,
and at the same time was the symbiosis vibrant and engaging as the sublime
essence of reality.
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