There was a fury to her music. It was powerful like a tempest that comes at night from the sea, vast like a nor’easter making its way up the coast. The passion is palatable, you can taste it and feel it driving through to your very soul. She is lost in the storm her playing riding high on the furies driving to a crescendo. Her hair is wild with the passion of the physicality she expends driving the song. The music is so powerful that you want it to stop yet you hope it never will.
Then the music stops, the silence so thick you feel like you are drowning in the storm. Then a sound so beautiful comes from the stage, a single note reverberating through the night. You know you have been touched by something so powerful that like the storm it changes you forever. You fear that you will never again feel a thing so powerful, so beautiful and you will spend your nights ever searching for that note.