she walked onto the smooth wooden floor, almost in a dream state. the creatures that spun round in her head were as beautiful and complex if not more so than any she had ever physically known. and she could play the piano like the music was just dripping from her fingers.

she dressed in black, as so many do these days. it was to contain herself, because black does that, it takes your energy and holds it inside you to make you feel whole and cozy and warm. black skirt, to the floor, short-sleeved black shirt and a long tailored black coat with one round black button.

the energy came out her hands instead, and from her voice, like rays of silver light. it brought chills, and made me feel whole, too, even though i wasn't wearing black. i was wearing green. color of growth and happiness.

she let her creatures out in the dim room, one by one, letting each word that composed them out in single file until every word was out and something was accomplished.

and it made me feel good for a while. no matter what the words were, it was pure, and it was nice to see something that is. even her movements were words.

she made me smile.

to her, i say thank you, for those few minutes of wholeness. purity.

i think maybe she could have gone on for hours, one continuous flow like a ballet dancer dancing fluidly, with no pause.

it was beauty.

but then it was gone. as those things tend to do after a while. disappear.

i only wish it had gone on longer.

it was almost eerie, the way her words hit the air and then dissipated.

her hair was in braids.

it was all beauty.

i could've lived in it forever.