Bridging Gaps

In a lowly tavern, music from grand halls, echoes

through the dim torch lit streets.

The violins hum a fetching tune

Bringing together young and old patrons

So that their feet provide a chorus of bass

that quicken the tempo,

thus, puffs of smoke erupt

from the strings. The violinists step

into a world of euphoria.

A place where fish swim up waterfalls

to become dragons.

Where great islands drift

through the sky.

Where every city is paved with gold,

and the people sleep contently,

their bellies full of delicate food and good wine.