When a concert changes one’s life, it is not larger circles of life that shift, not the shape of the buildings or the direction of one’s life, but the very small circles, the inner gears themselves.  The air feels different, the sky less cold, one’s heart a different timbre.  Using the lessons learned from falling in love, one knows one need not shout the moment to the stars, open one’s lungs to the night. Instead, there is a quiet reserve that has been filled, and with each breath it seems possible to feel once again the velvet, hear again the tangible silence of three thousand people waiting for the first sound to emerge, almost to see once again the sound as it blooms in the air, matures, explodes and dies in ecstasy upon one’s ears.

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