In January, I took MY HUSBAND to the symphony as his Christmas present. We had the great pleasure to see Yo-Yo Ma in concert. For those of you not into the classical scene. He is a world famous cellist. However, those words are such a paltry description of what we saw. We saw so much more than a performance, we saw a man deep in love with the music. His hands stroked life into notes written by composers long since passed. Men we read about in history books whose names we cannot even pronounce. In his hands, these aged compositions felt like breathable air, if you can breathe at all in their presence. MY HUSBAND commented when we left the concert hall, "Now I know what a virtuoso is." So true. He played from his heart, eyes closed the whole time, not so much as single page of music before him. He graced us with one encore, a crowd of thousands fell silent in one exhale as he raised his hand to the bow once more.
Few expriences in life engage every one of your senses. For the first time I can recall, I not only heard the music, I felt it, tasted it, smelled it. But that we could experience such a heightened sense of appreciation in the everyday, we might be that much closer to Heaven.
3 comments:
So true. Passion is one thing lacking in so many of our lives. When we encounter it in such an extraordinary way it is renewing somehow.
Perhaps this is why God has blessed artists such as Yo-Yo Ma with such incredible talent? That taste of heaven might spur more of us to seize the gifts that we are given and share them as well.
"He graced us with one encore, a crowd of thousands fell silent in one exhale as he raised his hand to the bow once more."
Those collective moments of unison are both amazing, powerful, and memorable.
I like Kristan's comment, as well.
2/14/07
Happy Valentine's Day to you and your HUSBAND!
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