Lydia

The sound of the great symphonies arising around me, surounding me, almost playing on the inside of me. The glorious sight of the swishing dresses, with colors so numerous, cast off a glow of joyous festivities. A grand sound of wind catching sails, on a ship off to sail the magnificent sea, is the sound of the skirts swooping, but with a feeling much finer. Oh the glorious feeling of the silks, I gather beneath my finger tips, to curtsy to the gentleman bowing across the way. My eyes do not wish to glance away from his own; shining so blue. I begin to feel my heart beat fast, as we dance a slow romantic piece, played upon a brilliant fortepiano. The scent rising is that of rich perfumes, and oils, the women are adorned in. Following the waltz, I glance upon the glittering walls, portraits, mirrors, and iluminating candles lining themselves across the room. As I steal a glance in one of the looking glasses, with a golden frame, my attention is captured by a statuette of the Queen herself, standing alone on a shelf on the opposite side of the festively decorated ballroom. As I work my way, crossing the room for a closer look, a lady standing beneath it catches my attention, for she is flailing her hands, in nervous frustration. One glance is the only explaination I need for such behavior; she has overturned a crystal goblet of red wine, and it has toppled down the front of her gown of golden velvet. By looking past this unfortuate lady, I am able to see an open fortepiano. My lady like steps quicken, and I slip onto the glossy bench. My hands naturally fall into place upon the welcoming keys, I begin to play, in a dream world of my very own, not realizing I have begun to draw a crowd. At the end of my piece my dream world comes crashing around me, as the incredible sound of hands, coming together in applause, reaches my tingling ears. At this point, my cheeks start to burn, I am relieved to realize, there is another young lady, awaiting her turn. I quietly slide from the smooth bench, and escape the smiling stares, of the women with silky curls encirling their faces, and the grinning men, bowing as I arise from my seat. It is soon time to leave, and go home to the normal everyday life. Good bye dazzling room of so many colors.