The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
Looking forward to return visits to northern Michigan this summer, in this instance the pristine and melodious Sturgeon River.
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Then she brings you on her wavelength
And she lets a river answer that you have always been her lover.
RIP, Leonard Cohen, Suzanne
Last night, I went to see the Detroit Symphony Orchestra play one of my favorite pieces, Beethoven’s 6th, or Pastorale. The Michigan climate did not mirror the music–the April evening was more like February, complete with snow and blustery winds. The music, by contrast, brought a warm glow to the hall. The sublime melodies of Beethoven not only foretold spring and summer days to come, but gave voice, if only briefly, to that spark of Divinity we can touch if we are open to it.