“The Miracle of Music”
“You are with me, my friend, as we watch music, in its incantatory beauty, rise from Silence to swallow whole our hearts and souls. There is the singer angled toward her creation like a goddess about to bring the dead to life. Behind her is the fiddler, his long hair flowing as he strums. Beside her is the cellist, intent on the perfection of her notes. The fingers of the pianist accentuate with struck keys the raw demands of the singer. In back, the drummer sets the percussive rails on which this celestial train travels. We watch, with held breath, as the spell unfolds, as the separate instruments, of voice and wood and ivory, merge to make the magic. A ceremony is unfolding, an invocation of the secret powers. Life is rising right before our eyes. The singer dips her head and sweeps downward with the microphone. The fiddler is racing, possessed. We are awed. So blessed are we to watch it happen. And then the song is over.”