Like petals falling on barely a breeze, strings play—apart and at once—the course of their journey. Pauses let the song breathe, no time-keeping or imposition to the meditations, until… Suddenly the strings play higher, a timpani rolls up to a bell, and the zithers join. Singers and drums darken the mood of the steel that buzzes its notes like bees. The song puts a skip in its step, greater cheer and confidence taking it home to its finale.
