The slow flicker of the bare light bulb, a firefly lost in a night breeze, the buzz of the music, slowly lights and music synchronize. Were these symbols? Signals? A language I did not understand? My impatient mind, a million miles a minute, was asking isn’t something going to happen, why isn’t something happening? At first I was upset by the domination of the sound elements. I thought why emphasize the music for a company of deaf dancers if they themselves cannot experience it? If the music only plays for the audience and not for the performer I am somehow less interested.