When the moon eclipses the sun
The shadow falls here.
The earth pays the price.
So it is in love too.
An event is taking place,
A gathering, exhibition, or party perhaps.
A performance is prepared but unplanned.
The performers are amongst those gathered;
One creating rippling vibrations of sound which fill the room,
The other immersed in conversations with people and space.
One walks towards the other and removes her clothing,
Removes all layers, but her flesh toned underwear.
She moves place;
Empathic to the bodies of those gathered, the sound artist, the interior,
And takes on a new form.
Focusing internally on her centre,
Becoming hyper-sensitive to the vibrations there,
She surrenders her body to it and is moved.
This movement continues,
As long as the nonsensical narrative of the body demands.
There is no ending,
Just a pause.
She looks up and into the faces of the others,
Hers full of gratitude,