A great melody is a miracle. The mystery of its synergy and precision is what keeps music alive and flourishing. It is what weaves the stars into constellations, it is the moon in the window, the reflection of a face in a dark mirror. Give it your air and touch, heart, mind, body, life and dream; play it like it's the first time, or the last, with no middle ground. A song is a room one enters, three beautiful sound creatures appear, their faces bathed in their aura. They are tightrope walkers and melody is their rope, acrobats of the Interior. The song breathes and blows through them, and they through it. The notes shine in Julia's voice, in the harmonics of Nataniel, in the breath transforming the sound of Valentine's trumpet, they shine and fade, nothing is forced and the trace is erased, the perfume persists. It is the oldest and deepest thing that musicians can do together, share a song. Surrender to its spell and indwell its radiance for a little while. Night, day, time, memory, all a dream, for all we know ... »