The Music of Musings

I stand, still, quiet, waiting.  Midnight shadows across a grand space of entertainment, a stage set for this night. I am not alone. There are eight of us poised in these arched doors, an octagon stage, set, ready, just waiting in this deep blue glowing, poised for the house lights to rise.  And there's the opening, a long chorded tone, disembodied somewhere far beyond us. Blue and black shadows now, and eight arches appear, one darkened performer in each portal. I step forward as do each of us, onto this main stage, our motions choreographed seamlessly.  The walls around this stage are high. The stage itself comprised of turning gears, but glossy and smooth in deception. There will be no escaping this circled stage, this gauntlet of shifting levels and fantasy. The lights continue their ascent but after all, I am only aware of me. Illusion is the game here. The floor begins to move, made of many gears, like that of a clock, so smooth and shifting so suddenly....