From the first tremulous rumbling sounds of Bachman's score, that reverberated through my core, I was spellbound as this ensemble of 10 acrobats conjured up images of birth, decay and rebirth, of controlled power versus violent frenzy, of darkness versus light. In dance there is an almost esp-like perception of how your partner moves in space. But imagine the split-second precision of timing and the absolute trust that you will be caught and held, needed when you hurtle towards your partner, and the lights go dark.