The words fill the silence, as lips float in anticipation, quivering, shivering in the cold, the music plays, the winds of flute, his breath staged to find the perfect tune, as they seek to find the perfect moment to peak, to rise and sink with words and music, the strums and shakes, as dust, sand and fantasy fill the air, and it is in these moments that our soul dances in celebration to the arts and the diversity of the human spirit, as the singing bowl sings in response to our awe…

© elancharan


4 thoughts on “STORYTELLERS

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s