Comment on Call of the Dance by Faoiltiarna-Wolf

See how she turns this dancer miserable in her in-capacities, how broken her spirit,
how burnt her heart, how blind her eyes that do not see,
But yet there is left her ears, hear they strings of a violin's cries so near, so near, dare she turn, dare she take in music played in melody of such need, can she deny what strings cry out in agony?
Oh how it cries tears begging response,oh how it pleads each string screaming its wants, oh how she raises her hand to her mouth, oh how she wants to scream she cannot,
But hark what magic does now play, a back foot answers music, shadow of it joins as she moves it with the strings echoing,
Slowly, ever so, through fires of both pain and yet flames of desire, she will overcome, she must overcome, for naught else of her spirit does it cry out in expectation.


Thank you so much for this. You have no idea how much all this means to me as I rest then rise and move as I can. Thank you seems so trite for such a beautiful piece of art. May I put it on my front page or in my new journal I am writing?

always,
katti