Listening to the symphony always fills me with such a feeling of luxury…of such grandeur and romance of the soul and spirit.

When I listen to those soaring notes, an atmosphere of candlelit opulence is mine instantly. A mental fireplace immediately begins crackling with cheerful sparks dallying with flames and playful shadows that dance across the walls in elegant duets and graceful pirouettes. My spirit transcends my present surroundings and joins the galactic pageantry of the stars.

My heart grows winged feet that skip happily amongst the speeding comets that shoot past me, their molten tails brushing against my cheek in fond farewell. I dance with Orion, the mighty hunter, and take tea with Cassiopeia. I sip from the ladle of the Little Dipper and take a moon bath in the bowl of the Big Dipper, hanging my star-speckled gown on its handle. Satin moonbeams stream down my skin as I arise from the bath.

The closing notes of the symphony banks the embers of the fire, while the shadow dancers tiptoe soundlessly across the smooth wooden floor, leaving a lingering whisper of shapes as my mind closes the curtain on the final notes of heaven. I open my eyes and begin to write.

This story was written as a celebration of spirit and an inspiration to all who will read its words.

Life is a symphony. Lift your soul to it and yours will be touched by grandeur.