The music is a word the word is a colour the colour is a dream the dream is a gesture the gesture is a dance the dance is a breath the breath is music. Each note is a drop of emotion it transmutes the words which as a river flow, filling the mind with colours. The mind as a brush suspended in the air touches the rainbow, and it squirts drops of colours around the body, which dances, listening to the endless music. Magical gestures repeat themselves, The whole is in them. And bowing to music, wrapping yourself in colours with your hands towards the sky just repeat THANK YOU