Fire Dance By Charles Pierre This flame shimmers above a candle, dancing to music that can't be heard, a true partner of the dark, swaying with sinuous steps through the still night, trailing the candle while it burns down to the wick's end, where the last wet wax pools and flickers, and the dying fire throws a few wild shadows on the wall, before leaping as a jet of smoke that vanishes into the blackness.
Image by Paul Goldfinger. Notre Dame, Paris.
LEONARD BERNSTEIN with the Israeli Philharmonic.
Play this very softly with this poem: