Unbalanced Vision

miniature noise

During the Resurrection Symphony, though occasional pauses make me feel drowsy, subtle notes here and there, finally pile up the minutes towards a grand, vast scale ending--every instrument, including the human voice, together making the loudest sounds.
Two Dorian-Gray-style gentlemen sat two rows in front of me; on my right hand side, an elegant Asian middle-aged lady with her bald head husband. Another man came in solo--he was obviously into the piece.
Mahler was great, the audience were up to standard.