There is something magical about music.
A composer writes a piece hundreds of years ago.
A performer brings it to life.
A listener hears it for the first time.
And somehow, they meet.
Across years.
Across places.
Across lives.
On evenings like this, surrounded by music and warm light, it felt as if time folded in on itself.
For a moment, everyone in the room was connected by the same sound.
And that felt beautiful.