Jil speaks...

The sleepyhead sun, he rises slowly…
No bump. No jerk. No pestering alarm.
For a moment he remains in his dream. Another moment in some sort of a liminal haven, and then a smooth, almost stunningly sweet transition into the day. A smile on his face for everything new. He observes his image in the mirror and muses on the veiled tale.
He can’t wait to go out and announce the change.

The butterfly. The bee.
The earthworm. The turtle.
The lizard. The snake.
They all awaken to this riveting honeyed symphony


Someone has bathed the earth-bride in dew and dressed her up with grass (so green it hurts the eye) and flowers (so graceful it fills the eye). Just for the final touchup, here comes the sun.

The dew twinkles in the sunlight – a perfect setting. The squirrels jump and play.
They can hear the music and they dance!
The trees seem to hear it too. They clap their hands and move their branches.
They can hear the music and they dance!

Paradise is not far. It understands all. Something feels like ‘the music is being played by angels – on duty for the princes on earth’.

The last to awaken is Mr. Lee B. Jones. But it’s ok. Cos’ now the stage is set. The instruments are tuned. The equipment is all ready.
All eyes, eagerly on him. Hearts beating wildly for the grand culmination. Whispers in the air.
“The lead singer will surrender his voice to this music and he’ll dance… And when he dances, we’ll all learn. And it’ll be an all time high. It will be a cosmic dance!”

Deep in his bones. A word. A posture. Just a tiny expression of disgust. But a death-knell to dreams everywhere - “Fuck!” – He said.
An unforgiving ‘full stop’ to the cosmic dance.