I just got back from watching Paco Pena's flamenco show A Compas.
It's hard really to put in words an experience that flooded over me and still is. I'll still try to explain what I saw. I'm reminded of the words of Aquinas: "After what I saw, what else can be said?"
Paco Pena is the show [...]

a word met another, found another, joined a fourth, a fifth tagged along
snuck by quietly, dressed in subtle colors of grey and teal
they sat down, engaged me in conversation.
the long flowing frock opened. more words purred, some guests should eat before they visit.
my anticipation, untouched white sugar.
from my guest, more words tumbled out and assembled [...]