Once upon a time, in a world long forgotten, the symphony of silence played
incessant overtures. A cacophony unheard, yet the audience stood oblivious.
There lies the irony of the virtuoso, basking in the echoes of nonexistent
applause, conducting with fervor the dusty symphonies off the stage of obscurity.
Note, the maestro found solace in the neutrality of the sound, his greatest
triumph being a concert where the audience was not more than a vague afterthought.