I convey this written account from our old quarters on the top floor of mother and father’s home. We have just returned from the ethereal pageant conducted in the old Globe Theater. The entire production was choreographed to the music found in the lost transcripts of Leonardo Da Vinci. Although I regret my inability to narrate this incredible experience in the style it deserves, I have attempted to do my utmost best to define the encounter.
-The stage is obscured as we take our seats. We are positioned only a few rows back from the edge of the orchestra box. Mother is wearing one of her more elaborate creations, putting the rest of the clientele to shame. Bronze satin cascades around her seated position, covering the floor beneath her feet in a shimmering pool, giving the illusion she is encircled by a lake of liquid metal. I also sit adorned, choosing the dark blue waterfall adaption she produced years ago for one of my awards ceremonies. Father sits between us, debonair as always, in his dark tuxedo.
It is not a long wait before the house lights dim, announcing the imminent start of the production. A hypnotic melody flows from the back of the domain just as the thin veil of curtains slowly retreats to reveal the stage. A single figure sits on a levitating cumulus, holding a lyre tightly to its form. The music originates from his seated form, a lone human carrying the history of the world. The haunting melody increases in complexity as more figures slowly makes their appearance encircling the lone player. Planetary bodies from our own solar system float above the stage surface, each accompanied by an allegorical figure suspended below. They sway to the music, creating a hypnotic dance across the eyes of the audience.
Deep in the background, other celestial bodies begin to appear. Constellations and galactic representations of distant neighbors frolic in the distance, hinting at the vastness of the cosmos. Orion and the zodiacs light up the background, as though they are choruses accompanying the main players. The orchestra slowly joins the solitary lyrist, building the combinations of frequencies as each galactic body is introduced. There were furies and demons, elves and centaurs, each more elaborately adorned as they were added to the onstage entourage. It was done artistically, never once distracting from the incredible music, but complementing and emphasizing the intricacies’ flowing from the musicians.
Watching the incredible culmination of Da Vinci’s imagination, prancing about in front of this modern audience, I was temporarily transported back to 18th century Florence. I had once read a narrative of the production Da Vinci produced called The Masque of the Planets. The interpretation of that moment in time was so perfectly depicted in front of my eyes it was hard to imagine I was anywhere but there. With great difficulty I brought myself back to the present, focusing my attention on the moment, once again in the 24th century.
I had to remind myself more than once that these frolicking characters had been adorned by our mother. Her talent has grown exponentially since the last production I experience from her. I could see her glancing at me as each new character was introduced, trying to determine my reaction. I do not believe she was disappointed since my delight was evident throughout the performance.
The only thing missing was you. I caught myself multiple times reaching for your hand as some new wonder entered my sight, but I came up empty handed. I have always compared your genius to Leonardo’s. Your ability to combine the artistic arts with scientific study and utilization was so like the description of Da Vinci’s genius. The performance solidifies my vision of your work with the Anomaly. By using the process of combining the ethereal nature of the creature with your own scientific utility, will allow you to bring its influence to Earth. As a scientist I was drawn to the performance tonight as I never thought possible. The music called to my inner self, watching the melding of science and the artistic to create a vision both real and otherworldly.
We left the theater in a daze several hours later, feeling as if only a moment had passed, or maybe a lifetime. I only hope I have done justice to the experience.
My love to you,