It begins with the thrum of music through my body. Enticing me. Drawing me into the performance. The giant geometric bulb flashes on, one colour, then another. Narrow search beams light up the sky as mist begins to cover the watery stage. Jets of water leap up, scattering jewels of light, first blue, now red, soon to be purple. The dance has begun.
Projected images dance and swirl through the spray and the music draws us in. We are captivated. We are captivated as a story is told. There are no words to this story and to each the tale is different, but for me it is an amalgamation of ancient culture, futuristic technology, and above all, love. The narrative does not suffer as these themes meld seamlessly together with the surrealness of a dream.
The rumble of drums sets the scene as a spaceship escapes the final hours of a doomed planet. We watch from afar and with bated breath the final moments of what was once a refuge. Before sadness can overwhelm, a stain glass bird flies around the stage. The music whispers of his grief, but we are hopeful. He escapes his confines in a swirl of silk as bow is drawn across string.
We move on.
Shapes come and go, as in the transience of life, and we are carried through all by the tide. We crest a wave of notes as the dragon offers his wisdom and a bird remains a friend, though our descent is imminent. The melody lulls, we have reached the trough and the flowers usher in a new act. A white peacock spirals across the stage, her song speaks of how she is trapped and dreams of flying higher to her escape. As the lights dim and shrink away we are know that this will not happen. The end is near.
All is not lost.
The music sparks back to life, bringing with it a kaleidoscope of flowers, blossoming and singing out the hope of new life, of rebirth, of spring. Now the music is unstoppable. It charges towards its crescendo. Onward and onward, and all the while, the lights follow it in its dance. Then, for a second… silence breaks.
The page is turned. This, the last page, is softer. The story tells of a happy end. We have returned to our spaceship and the birds are together as it lands on a new planet.
A new start.
A new beginning.