“His voice a vibration like the cello at New York Symphony…”

“He stood before us as the sun passed away into oblivion. His voice a vibration like the cello at New York Symphony. I remembered my Bach too well as he spoke, so that I could feel the agony of the future. Premonition not predestination. Black Bach.”

LeJeune, Lyn  –  excerpt from Elijah Rising

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