Music's Magic

They all speak to me: sometimes alone, like a solo cello with its sad, plaintive voice, tugging at my soul like a magnet pulling at life's deep mystery. Or maybe a small group of rowdy instruments will gang up, into a quartet or sextet or even a very tough octet, eight musicians playing as one, much like a small miracle of both fury and the gentlest softness.... But sometimes I go all out: I take on a hundred or more at once as they breathe life into a vast bold symphony by Mahler, Beethoven, Bruckner, or scores of souls perennially reborn in music, music that can make its own magic, coming wildly into my ears while putting a taste of Eternity on my tongue....