We lavished our classroom with a silky silence.
It was a majestic orchestra of effort
a climax of vivid creativity.
We shed our comments and opinions like a curtain fall on misplaced masquerades.
Violetta, Salome, Philistia, Flora, daughters all,
and humble captains
placidly roused the dove and hawk
gasping compliments and vigorous blessings
urging the enchantment of revival.
Descending into the murky reflection
we conjured our passions
by deciphering words
observing details clearly
pondering the majesty of intuition.
transforming our fates,
cradled in peace
free as birds.