Collective breath catches in the stalls, slumber fails to take its place in time. A fall from place to chaos leaves all the world wanting for a reason; for direction in the midst of this waning of the reigning control of the conductor. Such a careful composition, to hold a position to be one of them. And yet, mere moments gather a chorus; a cacophony of freedom of being to crack away the chaining, the tiniest twinkle of the cage door a jar - such liberty. And the fight waits in the wings. But oh this fluid reality, a magnificent rainbow, a glistening roaring waterfall a melody sung sweet of its own accord. The conductor listens and breath catches in the stalls.