Written to Vangelis: Voices
On a distant planet, hidden within the spiralling confusion of a far-off universe, stood a mysterious cave. With a mouth pointing out towards the ochre moon-rise, this entrance to the enigmatic spirit of the planet was concealed by its unmemorable exterior, yet known to all who believed in the universal magic of metamorphosis.
A legend, carried on stardust, was known throughout the galaxy and, as the cave stood waiting, the coppery moon shone overhead, signalling the beginning of the transformation. Distant at first, voices which seemed to emanate from the very core of the planet, sung an ancient rhyme, their language as mysterious as the harmonious melody which warbled across the frozen air like a secret about to be revealed. Then, as the drumbeat commenced and haunting pipes sung their harmonies to the heavens, the cave began to glow, dimly at first, but growing ever more vivid as the rousing music echoed the organic rhythms of the planet.
As the light from the cave grew ever stronger and more vibrant, the chanting continued and the origin of the mysterious music became clear. From the moon-kissed hills appeared a band of over one thousand creatures, humanoid in shape, but clearly not of Earth descent. Although they were of similar height to the average adult human, their eyes were much larger and much deeper in their genetic hue: radiant green or blue being the most prevalent. Additionally, their skin, brown and unblemished, gleamed brightly under the moonbeams, as though each one had been born inside its own star. Most fascinating of all was their hair, which glowed brightly and appeared almost bioluminescent. Some, who grew the purest silver tresses, appeared younger and smaller than the main group, but those whose hair glowed golden moved stoically, as though a sense of collective consciousness had overcome their senses.
As they beat the drums and continued to chant their ancient melody, the light emanating from the cave became ever stronger and the entrance grew warm, as though the moon had suddenly kissed life into the planet. As the leader of the band raised his multicoloured drumstick into the air, glittering sparks of silver began to fall from the ochre sky, cascading like snowflakes to fall on the sandy ground below. All around the air became electrified, fizzing with serendipitous sparks which crackled across the sky like other-worldly fireworks. As the cave grew hotter and the band grew closer, a sudden flash of energy, like a bolt of effervescent lightning, filled the cave and, for a split second, exposed its perplexing interior.
Under an ochre moonrise, the band ceased their procession and stood, poised, their eyes focused on the cave’s entrance. As the sparks of purest knowledge descended around them, they continued to play, their eyes focused on the cave as their fluid movements told the story of the existence.
When time stood still in the universe, and reality paused in the soft thud of a drumbeat, a rebirth filled the consciousness of the cave. Like energy escaping from a supernova, he appeared, born from the spark of belief and bathed in the light of purest knowledge. Although his form was almost indistinguishable from the band outside, his eyes, which glowed all seven colours of the aquatic rainbow mirrored extraordinary hair, which, like a nebula, was painted in every hue known to dimensional reality.
As the band ceased their haunting melody and the moon rose to fill the sentient sky with its dramatic light, the figure stood still, arms raised to the lunar body above. Then, as he bowed his celestial head, rainbow droplets began to fall from the clouds above, splashing onto the ground as the band began to sing.
Contained within the glittering shine of a silvery spark is a planet not unlike the one just described, where creatures thrive in verdant bliss atop a world nourished by liquid magic. Next time you enter a cave and look out to the universe beyond, listen for the drumbeat and clear your mind enough to hear the chants of perfect sentience. The rhythms of their universe can always be heard if you open your spirit and believe.