Music was potent last evening. It swirled like a wind in Copley Symphony Hall.
As I sat in the mezzanine listening to the San Diego Symphony, I could see the music rising. More powerful than the waves of an ocean, music lifted the body of conductor Rafael Payare. It flowed through the arms and shoulders of the gathered musicians.
Music swayed the enraptured head of famed young pianist Vikingur Ólafsson as it danced through his fingers.
Where the music came from, I don’t know.
It moved the artists that sat upon the stage as if they were the instruments.
The music swelled inside me, too, then the concert ended and I had to walk up a steep hill to go home.
My legs worked in rhythm.
Perhaps the music is always within us. And when those who listen come together, it multiplies into a whirlwind.
