Yash Seyedbagheri
La Belle Nuit

By day, I withdraw into constraint and blank screens. I wash, sterilize, defend.

But at night, I step outside, dusk painting skies lavender and pink. I turn on Offenbach’s Barcarolle, the elegant rhythm of piano and cello calling me to dance.

In the sky, in these cello and piano notes, the past smiles. Unborn creation assures me of the future.

I dance with the pines behind me, arms outstretched. I dance, savoring space, sky deepening into velvet, stars sprinkling the sky. Moon smiles in luminous veil.

When the sky turns black, I leave. The old dance resumes.

But I’ll be back.