I don’t know why this is here. Maybe because it’s my favourite piece of music. Or maybe because it didn’t really exist in this way until Max laid his hands on it. Literally.

I’ve always found conductors fascinating, weird, and then suddenly not. I’m drawn to them, not only because my first lover was an aspiring one. I spent hours watching him trace the music with his palms, touching its contours, pressing vibrations into the air, into bodies. Moving the most intangible of things. How do you hold sensation between your fingertips? Do you feel what must happen before it does? How do you bend a musician’s will with your mind? Sorcerers. I always knew they were.