I’ve been working on something that feels like a masterpiece… a grand, symphonic, orchestral, masterpiece!

I feel like an orchestra conductor, while many of the musicians in the symphony may have hardly an inkling of the melody or notes they play so beautifully… which fill my ears with joyous tones, and giddy anticipation. Some of these great musicians barely perceive the instrument they stroke so masterfully; others wouldn’t have a clue even as to the name of their instrument. But I am pleased, no matter.

There is a single, solitary clarinet, which is confidently removed from its case, in one opera hall after another… starting out by piping a reedy, captivating tune which soon resonates with other woodwinds who add relaxed undertones to the melody. Then a full-bodied viola graces the stage, stretching and swaying, and enticing the horns and bells.

The song has not even reached the first climax, but we all know it’s coming, as we have all stepped on stage and begun improvising, listening for the subtleties of each other’s unique strengths.

I have a sense of the grandiosity. Of the historic import of these seminal works. Sometimes I want to convey it. Sometimes I feel like leaving it to be delectably discovered by each person who hears the piper’s tune from afar, and feels themselves sneaking and peaking into the concert. We’re all in for SUCH a TREAT! And we’re all learning to read MUSIC, and to deftly play our unique instruments, in this wide-open community amphitheater. Wait! Listen – … Listen for the crescendo. Wait. Here it comes! Where are you? Can you hear it?