so she dances for the blind, he directs her dance with only the rustling of her dress...
the blind's compassionate devotion for the directing of a dance with nature is hard to comprehend..he can't "see" what the dance has to offer the lord of creativeness...
the coral sings in mystic Latin talking about the beauty of prince autumn whilst her rhythmic dance continues..the dancer's sweat drops to the theater's wooden floor kissing the sound of the music playing...the blind is now so pleased, as her hair rustles near his ear in nothing but homogeneous moves...the sound grows in the awe of the crescendo of that sad season :Autumn..she moves faster to the crescendo rushing through her own blood..
the music then starts falling into the abyss as it approaches the end of autumn ...fades then stops..the coral sings no more...the blind stands...the dancer descends from the stage..he takes the dancer's hand & as they walk together to the door of the theater, the members of the coral know there won't be any words spoken, for she was a deaf dancer working with a blind director, creating a vision of nature in a dance with a Latin scent.
the blind's compassionate devotion for the directing of a dance with nature is hard to comprehend..he can't "see" what the dance has to offer the lord of creativeness...
the coral sings in mystic Latin talking about the beauty of prince autumn whilst her rhythmic dance continues..the dancer's sweat drops to the theater's wooden floor kissing the sound of the music playing...the blind is now so pleased, as her hair rustles near his ear in nothing but homogeneous moves...the sound grows in the awe of the crescendo of that sad season :Autumn..she moves faster to the crescendo rushing through her own blood..
