Whispers abound — the greatest composer of our time, performing tonight. You have to see for yourself. A respectful, almost reverent, silence falls upon the room as the players take their stage. The leader commands your attention; he possesses an air of gentle confidence. As the tune begins to play, your whole being is awakened: It’s the energizing whiff of pears and clementines. The crowd livens, enraptured by the song. It’s as if a fresh, crisp ocean breeze rustled through the entire room, leaving all wide-eyed and spirited. And yet, always the master, the conductor softly sets you back on earth, elated, with memories of summer days spent eating ripe stone fruit piled high on a flaky, warm pie crust. As you stand to applaud, you leave refreshed, grateful.