Images of staircases leading toward heaven, that one by one, in elevation, we rise to the top. Holding firm to the vision that has been implanted as our final destination, we walk forward and upward and onward. The platform awaits us who now walk hand in hand toward the lights that blind us. We are comforted by the music, constantly reassured that we are on the right path, although left behind is everything that we once knew. Faithfully, we stride toward the light so that we arrive on time to our final destination at centre stage, where people await their hosts.
Serenaded by the music as fluid as water from which we have risen of our incubated slumber, our body's twitch freely although controlled in response to the tune of the rhythmic suggestions. Gestures converse and strike up a stimulated dialogue of bionic clarity in the way of what seems a telecommunicated verse in synchronicity with an electronic movement conducted by the visionary portrait as brush strokes through time and space. The silhouette of an onward army of celestial saints, not marching, but dancing and emerging out of the darkness and into the lights, is the sight that stands before those who are waiting. Spotting as they turn from black to white, the visions become clear, as they are the children of the light. They are stars that are born on this eve, of this dawn, coming, creeping, gently grazing and gliding upon the ground as though it were only the first time. And since then, every day will be like the first time.
The street of crossroads make the paths of once enemies, emerging into the common likeness, falling in love with the dancing to the music, and the vision, that all may witness as the story unfolds as the legacy that we left behind; more so of this dynamic dimensional drama and dazing is this dance of this song for this world that only eyes can know to tell. Like the stories of heaven coming a second time, this is the time to make peace, and not war... to create heaven and not hell, in the haven of Love. One step at a time, one day as we come, for these moments as we prepare to pursue our greatest quest yet, toward the test of time, as we will be ready to go, to come forth as it may.
A travel through time in space where we depict the journey that has brought us to this time and place. As all slowly unfolds, the curtains unveil the platform upon which all arts stand proud and tall to pay respect to the days of past, and to salute the future, making memories that last. They are depictions of a portrait painting rain-bowed brush strokes of fluidity and form. Our image is our message that together we band as one body of envisioned communion, hand in hand. Tests of times have made our hearts strong for this moment and beyond, hear as we sing to you this song. We birds of our feathers taking steps through the stages. We've learned to spread our wings to soar the heavens abounded by ages. Hear, as we show and tell, the revelations that are being revealed. As a blast from the past, and how it all began, from the beginning to the last...
Take a look at how far we've come. Remember this journey we've trod. Leaps and bounds above the rest, flying colors past our tests. Peers and pairing counting numbers now honoring the legend of the wondrous wonders. The foundation of the lost and found as rediscovered the forgotten dream because we believed that music was the key. So we danced out plays to symphonies and became the children of harmon-ease. In the realm of our dreams we were free to believe that the music was the muse that our hearts should be moved. To grow as we have and to learn as we've grown, by the establishment of this place and be trained in form and grace was a gift of stylish bliss, that has taught us how to know, how to fly, how to go, on the rise, to the top. And here, we share this dream with you of watchful eyes. Come with us and celebrate the mystery and marvel and brilliant surprise.
