I tiptoe tentatively, back stretched, arms reaching up.
The music is floating, mesmerising me. I am ensnared in a field of light, featherlike.
As if in a trance, I spread my finger tips, balancing an imaginary sphere, a bubble of fairy rainbows. I clasp hold of it. Then let go, and relax, before stretching to catch once more.
It bursts on my page, leaving a film of flickering images, a dance of words.
A glimpse of what could have been.