A few days ago, I mentioned a CD writing collaboration I was honored to be included in - Composers For Relief. I wrote a piece to accompany the song Dumakulem by Juan Iglesias. It is a beautiful song and I hope my words can live up to the high standard.
"Is it time yet?" Diyan asked.
"No, dear child, not yet," her father replied.
Diyan fussed with the hem of her sleeve. She gazed over the bow of her father's ship at the horizon and the setting sun. Orange tendrils spread out across the water, turning darker shades until the sea resembled a deep glass of wine.
"Capra doesn't believe me." Diyan spoke without looking at her father.
"Capra is simply the son of a fisherman. He does not have any knowledge of the magic of the mountains or the seas." The Captain looked lovingly at the blonde curls cascading down his daughter's back.
"You look more and more like your mother each day," he said.
"I miss her," she stated.
"As do I," he replied. "Why did you tell Capra about our evening voyages?"
"Because he said I had no mother. He said she was lost." Diyan turned and looked at her father in the fading light. His broad shoulders and black hair reminded her of the pictures of ancient warriors she had seen in her school books.
He smiled and then winked at her, causing a giggle to erupt from her pretty mouth. He walked along the deck towards the stern to heave the anchor into the ebony sea. As he stood tall as a mountain, he pointed to the horizon and the last rays of the sun being swallowed by the water.
"Let's show Capra how wrong he is," the Captain said with a smirk.
Diyan squealed and darted to a chest a few feet away. She tugged on a necklace that lay hidden under the ruffles of her dress collar and pulled out an ornate key. Her father watched as her young fingers trembled with anticipation when she turned the key in the lock of the chest. Diyan licked her lips and looked at her father for approval before thrusting the lid open. She ran back to where her father stood, grabbed his hand and buried her face in his waistcoat.
Light blazed from the chest with the force of a million tiny suns. Small fiery orbs began to spill from the opening; some shot straight up into the inky night sky, others skittered across the water like dragonflies. Several of the orbs stayed upon the ship, weaving in and out of the rigging, bathing the ship in light like a hundred candles burning on a hillside. The Captain gently pulled his daughter's face from his side as the final orb emerged. She smiled brightly and walked toward the light bobbing in the air. The ball moved swiftly toward Diyan's face, illuminating her smile. She laughed, clapped her hands and twirled around in a moment of pure joy. The orb followed suit and spun around the Captain's daughter.
The Captain watched in awe as his daughter and the light danced across the ship, moving to the music of happiness and the waves tapping against the wood of the vessel. Soon, other orbs joined as Diyan twirled and skipped across the deck. She threw her arms wide and spun. Her laughter created its own kind of magic that flowed into her father until he could restrain himself no longer. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up onto his feet. He pivoted and stepped as she laughed, the tiny lights flowing in and out between them. They danced to the sounds of the heavens, her slender feet upon his agile ones. He whirled through the incandescence of early evening starlight until they were both breathless and dizzy.
Slowly, the orbs moved upward until only one remained. It gleamed with a fierceness only love can create. The final orb seemed to play in Diyan's blonde curls. It appeared to caress the Captain's flushed cheek. It flitted softly across his lips and along Diyan's forehead before it too began to move upward. The Captain and Diyan collapsed onto the deck. They sprawled on their backs and looked up into the sky as the final star took its place. They watched the stars spread from horizon to horizon.
"Capra is so wrong," Diyan whispered. Her gaze remained on the stars. One twinkled brighter than the rest as she watched.
"That he is." Her father sighed out his reply. His gaze shifted from the light in the sky to the light of his life on the deck next to him.
"Will I turn into a star?" Diyan asked.
"I do not know," the Captain replied. "But if you do, we will get to dance every night." Diyan smiled and turned her eyes upon him.
"Who knew the stars liked to dance as much as the mountain fairies," Diyan mused.
"Who indeed," Dumakulem replied.