Joy is, in itself, a worthy cause
But even it needs to be created
We are told that our feelings are somehow superfluous
Not real
Yet they can be altered
Changed
By outside forces
You tell me that this strange spirit on the stage isn’t real
Yet I see
The body move, gesture
Breathe
And is something in me not changed in seeing it?
Bodies moving
With each other, and not
Gesture
Breath
Voice
Move into the light
And that’s already a change.
Move downstage
Change
Ensemble in formation
Grasp onto another
Change
Lament
The gaze moves
Change
Meet an audience member’s eyes
And they are changed
A tear
Change
A laugh
A moment to the next
Draw breath
Maybe the soul on the page has never lived
Or maybe they’ve lived and then moved on
But now they breathe again
Exhale
Once I was you
Someday you will be me.
Are you angry yet?
Sad?
Joyful?
Relieved?
Have you yet been changed?
You will be.
Step into the light
Draw breath
Fill the body
Wake up the spirits
Don’t tell me magick isn’t real
This space is charged with light
Buzzing
Every body overfilled with life
And you are a story made flesh
Move, speak your spells right now
There are even witnesses
Invite them in
Mistakes are easily forgiven
Only one thing really matters:
Conjure.