Only from a point of absolute, breathless

stillness

does the dance begin; and then..

from stillness, again

is it able to continue.

The symphonic sound of

strings and tympani

rise in crescendo only from

silence

and then finish in memory

pregnant with music

afforded again only by

a return to  Silence.

Stillness and Silence

are alive within the

cacophony and chaos

of that which is

neither.