2:30 am. Soft piano pours into my ears like mercury. I am aching, but it feels beautiful.

There is something magical about nighttime, the way it hangs in a fine balance.

Humming Along to Shakespeare

The music made Shakespeare transform into a dream-like world down here on earth.

Music and the Social Etiquette of Teatime

Polished china and an array of delectable pastries, the gazebo and rose garden, a small orchestra playing classical music.

The evening was much like a modern fairytale, all glass and light and tremors of hundreds of vocal chords warming up,

I am not a person who gets angry often.

Today I sat at the piano and played Chopin and felt vaguely as if I were about to cry.