Excerpts from “Wandering in the Spirit” by Leo Downey 11/12
There was this guy in the audience. They were there for the most beautiful orchestra on Earth. It had been around forever and you could only play for life. He saw the people around him moved to tears, he was thrilled by the chill of the strings, the pomp, the grandeur, and the humble silence between each note, the way they trail off and never end, each one as perfect as a perfect kiss.