How did it feel? A bolt of pleasure belted the heart like a big swig of tequila.
Philip Glass’ music melted the senses. Lisa Washburn walked on water, dancing with superhuman fluidity. Around her an effluvium of rose light created an atmosphere of dying beauty.

Watching the production — beautifully and starkly danced in a modernistic set — is to get to the heart of the story, without necessarily getting the full effect of the layered, dense meaning within the play. Stripped of words, danced by a high-energy cast and jet-fueled by the music of Glass, the play becomes something of a staged action movie.

Leave it to Austin, proud purveyor of indie rock and artsy ideas, to become the country’s leading exporter of literary story ballets.