[ FF ] With one paragraph , put music in my head .

He'd heard the song a thousand times before, but as the violins' first high, tight chant washed over him, he felt reborn. He was no longer watching a performance, he was transported to the brightest, lushest summer day he'd ever known. Other instruments joined in, clarinets, oboes. His heart was pounding. He'd dreamt of coming to see an orchesta for years, he'd studied the music, knew it inside and out, listened to recordings and even learnt a bit of piano in his time. This was something else though. As the timpani and brass instruments were introduced he realised the true beauty of the thing. He could hear birds tweeting and crickets chirping in this imaginary world. This was not something to be studied, this was to be enjoyed, this was ecstasy, as the music built to its crescendo he felt his first taste of freedom and it left him breathless.
