Not in the earthquake, not in the wind, not in the fire.  In the still, small voice Elijah knew God was on the mountain.  

I love that passage, so did Mendelssohn.   It is essentially what music is: not just the symphony, not necessarily the chorus of thousands, but awareness of a stop-time stillness in which contact is made between composer, player, listener.

What could be better?  What could matter more?
 


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