the tingling starts in the fingers.
gripping the microphone stand, body angled to the left, I look out to the farthermost crease in the wall.
out of the corner of my eye, I see their expressions.
the music's emotions hit me in all the right places...for real, this time.
they can see it.
my hands are now so completely numb, I can no longer feel them--in my mind, they are shaking like no other, but thanks to my eyes, I can see that is not so.
I hear the words of praise.
a voice calls my name and motions for me to come over.
pulling me into a tight embrace, I hear her gratitude and can feel the movement of her relief.
the warm, callous hands pull my face into hers.
looking right at her, I see the tears rolling down.
these feelings, sounds, and visions amount to the beauty of human emotion.