Ballet of Geometry

 From within a hushed room, a beam of light emerges from behind, radiating the stage.

A birth is about to happen. 

Either the floor boards will creak, and a grease-painted performer’s face will shine in the floor lamps. A satiric song, the waggle of a finger. The crowd roars. A woman in a tuxedo grips the microphone and tells a joke that cannot be repeated outside these walls.

Or it might be that the projector begins to rattle, and that beam of light transforms into moving shapes before your eyes, while the string section drags their bows across wooden instruments in the pit below. The most beautiful, heightened emotions you’ve ever seen fill the screen. The characters disappear down passageways that twist and change shape, like the corridors of the mind.

Perchance you see a dance corps of three. In geometric costumes recalling marionettes they tap, en pointe, onto the stage. A ballet of geometry. Dazzling, zig-zag shapes, ballooning curves, the highest of stakes.

It reaches a fever pitch, here, today. To this dance of three, you have been issued an invitation.