It is a wonder to see this magic happen repeatedly: I find myself spellbound by music. Could words explain the mystery of that? Perhaps. And if I tread carefully and keep alert, I will not miss a simple miracle: the words, committed to paper, suddenly make the prosaic passage of a manuscript come to light. Grow warm, convey the ineffable, and liberate the tender soul of art that dwells in the infinite beyond the cryptic surface of a musical score.
