Mark the Music
The curtain rises. A solitary cello sits center stage, warm wood glowing with light from the depths of its elegant body. We rustle and murmur, then gradually quieten.
The beloved master enters, seats himself, begins to play.
Sound pours over us like liquid sunlight, like molten gold. Our collective gasp mingles with the music. We suddenly see bright destinies, the deep meaning of our forgotten lives. At the finale, we rise in a wave of joyous applause – forgiven and free, reborn.
The curtain lowers. We breathe again.
Will we accept this numinous invitation?
Can we finally, truly change our lives?