I felt my rib cage crack through,
A word at a time, it gave way.
My heart poured through then,
To all the magic before me.
I felt that the stuff that filled my heart
Was kin to melted chocolate,
Banana ganache, soft dough
And everything that spoke of
The fragile strength in vulnerability.
I wanted to be in the illusion forever-
The illusion of art and performance
Because, and this is epiphany,
There was nothing more I wanted
Than to be so wholly vulnerable to beauty.
“I gave her/him/it/them my heart,”
But I want to do it all the time.
Poetry is beautiful
Drama is beautiful
Dance is beautiful
Song is beautiful
Because they are what move things in the universe
Somethings that are finally closer to real than magic.
Performance is an open heart
Facing the surprisingly persistent raindrops;
Bracing yourself for the beautiful sunshine.
Performance and beauty really should be synonyms.
The movie ‘Stuck In Love’ proved to be a great inspiration for this post. It’s a beautiful movie.