On the fringes of the pit is where the darkness grows. From wilted limbs springs forth jealousy, confusion and ignorance. Hypnotic notes and harmonised lyrics emanate from the centre of unfathomable depths. They pacify ambition and numb the senses so that desires are programmed and emotions desensitised.
Inside concentric circles, the carefully assembled components combine to play a composition of elite construction. Every note is played to near perfection because it has to be. Never is the composer to be observed. The conductor is employed to manage the musicians just so. Arrangements are played for the unsuspecting masses who spend every waking moment sleeping, dreaming of a life performing on the stage never perceiving the existence of the instrumentalist playing that which is beyond their comprehension – six feet beyond the orchestrated life
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi