Magic Touch

A soft heart ... acting silly. Solo dancing. The music was quiet. The floor was wide as the ocean. Playful mood. The big mirror reflected the act as such. Step by step studying the dance of all dances. More to the right. More to the left. Turning around its core. Pearls of sweat. A long process. Not enough. 

Another heart was watching the scene. Laughing. Pretending it mastered the dance way better. Showing its art. It looked gorgeous. On the outside a star. The soft heart stopped dancing. Rested a bit. The music got louder. With eyes of wonder the soft heart observed the way the other heart was breathing. Special but not enough.

New scene. A soft heart dancing on the floor. To master the dance of life. Love songs. Smooth music. No interference. No triggers. Feeling good. Happiness from within. Singing. The mirror followed every step. In silence. The soft heart executed all assignments. With ease and grace. Growing naturally. Enough.

The door opened. A brave heart entered the room. Still invisible. Eyes on the scene. The soft heart continued dancing. The music changed. Exquisite notes. Excellence. The magnificent scent of red roses. Violins. Flying in the air. The dance was stunning. Through the eyes of brave heart. Enough.

Suddenly the two hearts recognized each other. Boom. Approaching each other for the very first time. The miracle occured. Out of the blue. The veil fell down. Purity remained. No words to describe this delicious moment. The mirror broke in 100 pieces. The magic touch created one statue of gold. Time lost its watch. Love no longer a dream. More than enough.

By Liesbeth Leysen