A Reflection On Artistic Ambivalence

I dream of words and music and bodies
That twist and turn
In sensual, passionate, desperate longing
'Neath a beam of light,
Within a beam of light, where
All else lingers in awed darkness
And crystalline tears
As sleeping souls awaken and cry out
At the beauty
At the pain
The sorrow, the joy
At the pure overwhelming everything
That makes earthly beings
More Than.
I dream of words and music and bodies
That weave and flow
In euphoric majesty that pulls us under
Into a magic that lifts us skyward
And gives us hope even as we mourn
The earth giving way below
Until suddenly
The End
The final note echoing on lonely strings in lonelier echoes
The penultimate step before the bow
Where everything freezes in anticipation
In the unfulfilled desire for one more.
One more word.
One more song.
One more dance.
And accolades are given with a heavy heart
For no one wishes for the end of the Art.