Until it begins, there is the waiting. The murmurs. An ever-growing electric excitement. A low rumble, like thunder in the distance before you know it’s thunder. The house lights dim. The footlights rise – and there is the silence. The pause. Now, every instrument is a wave ebbing out to sea to gather its strength. The baton suspended in midair. Bows stock-still above strings. Lips meeting mouthpieces. Fingers poised motionless above keys. Sticks gripped and still. Wood and brass and ebony and steel and copper. Mind, muscle, and bone working as one.
Now, 1,600 breaths are held. 1,600 bodies and souls set to embark upon a journey – over mountaintops, through millennia, into vast civilizations and the deepest parts of every human heart. What lies ahead is celebration, incantation and exaltation – a primal desire to get lost in beauty, feeling, and artistry – and emerge from it forever changed.
The silence is bending, about to give way. No one can stop it. It’s the second before the sound sets us free. It’s here.