She met his grateful glide with her own welcoming arch, outer ribbed skin matching the contours of inner dimpled expanse, a melody slowly constructed by uncalibrated instruments, cymbals crashing, momentum rising, a free flowing rock opera looking for its personal peak, unwilling to taper off into the realm of the ordinary, until the dormant stars start to twinkle again. #opera #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba