An Evening of Music

An Evening of Music

When I first saw her in your arms she looked like a little immature creature. She seemed as if she was on her path to become fully developed , not yet there. Her body was diminute and frail. I remember asking you “What are you doing with the miniature?” You just smiled and ran your hand down her neck to her lower curves, to her back, resting on her waist then up to her face. Later I realized that my judgment of her precociousness was premature.

As the evening progressed, it was a tender sight to see her resting on your lap, as you were defining her shape, sculpting her body again with the gentle touch of your fingertips, never harshly touching, just lightly caressing. What a prelude for an evening of paradisaical indulgence! Later, after our prayers, and following our Tea, when all my doors of perception were open, I was to live the most memorable evening watching the two of you morph into a rendezvous of voice, sound, beauty, and interludes of deeply infinite silence. You sitting on the floor with your legs crossed, she softly lying her fragile body on you lap, her neck on your bosom. Both of you emanating sounds which came from a place of mutual pleasure, a conversation of love, a reciprocal understanding of how one complements the other.

It was impossible to tell when your magical sounds stopped and hers begun, or when you were just accentuating her divine singing. I never knew if you made her sing by the way you caressed her body or if it was that she was singing to the warmth of your arms and legs,and face, and especially your hair. Was she perhaps enveloping your body in her singing, holding your hands and taking you places of nurturing that only she knows? Or instead were you playing with her body, creating melodies of bliss in order to seduce her and to take her into loving depths known only to your fingertips? Who was playing whom? To me, it remains a mystery.

Now I live with an overwhelming seductive temptation to close my eyes and relive the sight of you two again, diving my soul into the myriad sensations of the eternal moments, when the two of you took me to the dimensions where time came to a stand still and my sense of space was no larger than size of our temple. There I was swung back and forth by the sweetness of the sounds and the sight of beauty.

That night, you were the two complementary forces of the Yin and the Yang, the two of you were the poles that make the planet rotate. I was the tiny particle of dust that is pulled instantly by the gravitational force of the magnetic poles. Today I am still gravitating to that celestial harmony. I am pulled to the joy of the next encounter with you two. I am counting on our next meeting to once again lose myself to beauty and sound that morphs into a frequent whispering to my ears.

Thank you.