expression

I saw something this evening
a performance
an expression
something I had visualized
but rarely seen physically articulated.
While the simple moments bring peace, stillness,
this connected with the rest;
vitality, confusion, layers, complexity, chaotic clarity.
It may not have been my story necessarily,
but the languages spoken were those I wish I could use to express when words fail.
music.
image.
dance.
light.
the cacophony of a three-dimensional Jackson Pollock,
spun on three axes, circled and observed from many angles
in brief moments all the pieces aligned and were clear
only to shift into muting layers
and suddenly become clear again.

blessed are the artists, who dare to express.