text:  Come _this_ is playing! This is worth coming to; the instrument seems but the organ of the man's own feelings; its mournful tones are only a paraphrase of his sighs; its brilliant arabesques are but the playful expression of his own delight with every thing and every body! His cheek is warm his eyes sparkle his hands detonate thunder and lightnings from the keys and he concludes as suddenly as he began; the very silence is felt and the breathless guests who have watched the fingers and been rapt by the tones now burst forth simultaneously in expressions of delight and applause