Say what you will, this piece means the world to me, and in the end, that's all I really care about.
"The song of the heart,
So clear and so true,
Will last 'til the end,
But, oh! When the song's through…"
The music started in a pulsating tune that blended the rhythmic drumming and a captivating violin, an innately mesmerizing combination in themselves. The people quieted and turned to the platform. The room dimmed, and spotlights glowed on the main act. A woman strode onto the stage, head down, perfectly placed between the light so that her face was hidden. All that showed was the shimmering white dress, trimmed with lace and a trailing hem, and the perfectly formed limbs that extended from it. A satin velvet upper piece accentuated her beauty, as the long ivory boots and gloves she wore increased her mysterious appearance.
Reaching the center, she breathed once, and then began to sing in a dulcet voice that immediately captured every audience member's attention with its shocking clarity and fervent passion. As she sang, she danced, swirling and stepping entrancingly. Her graceful movements brought every facet of her form into the limelight, her visage so brutally honest and tormented, while her shoulder blades appearing like the sutured nubs of a fallen angel's wings. Her crystal voice, so achingly sad and eerily familiar, sounded across the room. Every ounce of her emotion was evident in the song, evoking the same feelings for every person in the room. The spotlights began shifting in a circle, and in one sudden fluctuation in the music, focused on this unknown dancer with a voice of gold.
As she lifted her head to face the crowd, the most startling aspect of all was revealed: Her eyes, such portals to the soul, were emerald green, and filled with pain. Barely contained tears were concealed there, testaments to the secret tortures she had endured. Then, as she reached the climax to the elegant music, those floodgates were released. She began to weep silently, the rivers of crystal only increasing her beauty. Her voice stayed strong and precise, the tears simply completing the heart-rending melody. The exquisite aria stirred the audience in such a way that they began to weep, too, each comforting and being comforted by their neighbor. The soulful strains that pierced the air, that pierced the heart, rang out like they would last for the rest of eternity.