“The sultry, shimmering music suggests- to anyone with just a bit of imagination- a young faun asleep in the humming heat of a drowsy forest glade, and dreaming of lovely nymphs.  Or perhaps he did not merely dream of them; perhaps they came on small, silent feet and held their breath as they looked down upon him in his sleep and, seeing him vaguely stir, fled once more into the shadows.”

perfect words.