Cellist | Wenatchee, WA | 2017

The cello’s silky sound — some say it’s transcendental, some say supernatural — rises from the concert hall’s stage to resonate in my lower belly. An unexpected vibro-massage of my internal organs. The woman seated next to me fidgets, so I’m guessing she feels similar, ahem, stimulation. Could our diaphragms be comparable to eardrums? Membranes that “hear” song and savor its joy? The cellist coaxes a warmer tone that reaches my heart, and I want more. Now my whole body leans forward to listen.