He dreams of being...then he awakens again.
A motion stirs- inhaling, exhaling;
These intial breaths encumbered by the birth of awareness.
A disturbance, from which crests and valleys form 
collide in perpetual motion.
A fleeting dance culminating in an embrace,
a consolation,
for their eternal loss and rebirth at the hands of time-
their progenitor, their enemy.
Timeless, they long to remain
motionless and unchanging,
no tumult to separate the lovers.
The dissonance and the harmony of this ancient tune,
creating and re-creating again the illusion of progress.

Enter the light, the colour, the form:
How seamlessly this motionless landscape comes to life.
Inhaling the colours, exhaling the melody;
the cadence and the theme:
The opening movement draws the lovers together,
they touch, they wonder,
and together they dream.
The dream gives way to motion,
and the motion to life-
a life with a promise of meaning.
The dance seduces their beliefs,
the lovers accept that the song itself is the meaning.
They rise and fall,
crossing those majestic peaks
that crown the shadowy valleys.
Their steps imitating all of time,
past, present and future.
They are simultaneously composer and composition,
their embrace lingers on the edge of each phrase.

The song continues to play,
its meaning visible in the prints they leave 
on the surfaces over which they pass;
it spills over and colours the landscape
in fantastical hues that defy imagination.
The chalice is filled...only to be so gracefully decanted,
scattered and gathered again anew.
Gradually they disappear over those distant hills,
their love colours all bound by the horizon.
In their wake a murmur,
the memory of a union that became the meaning,
yet a tragedy forshadowed by their departure
into the next colourless realm 
where he cannot follow.