The bells on her feet shook with each step
The ghungroos brought life to her movements
As her hips swayed....
His hands touched the tabla, beating to the
Strum of the sitar... As the strings echoed -
His voice rose as he chanted...
The sarod chimed in with the bells on her feet...
Hands opened up in greeting
Arms extended to the sky
as the sound of the bansuri and sarangi lifted her
Streaks of light, glitter
Dances across her face - its hue shadows her ways
Plays along - mocking every movement...
The shift of her feet,
The sway of her hips,
The glide of her hands...
Sets the scene
In a trance - Music danced
The symphony of its creation
The sitar plays
The tabla beats
All tuned in to the hollow, yet piercing sound of
the bansuri and sarangi...
She drifts away to the echoes of the music
As winds blow the dessert sands...
Lost in her dance...
Written by: Rachael N. Collymore