Yesterday was the first time in a long while since I was at the Esplanade concert hall. Oddly enough I would be back there again next week.

Seeing the instruments on stage and especially the piano almost stirred something in me.. The jaded birded maybe. Not quite like the play that we went to watch, about a jade bird who decided to break traditions and ... Snooze. It was much too indulgent, only saved by good singers and the souna player- they were pretty awesome. But still we decided to leave during the intermission.

I was never a performer and never will be. Yet i crave for that 6 levels worth of ceiling space above the performers heads. Looking at it gave me room to breathe, but it is confined and quiet enough to make me feel safe and free to think and dream for some fleeting moments before the play started. I imagined filling the space, yet being as light as a feather.

Perhaps I should save that imagery for a meditation class.

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