Highlighted by banks of spotlights, they run fingers and lips over discordant preludes. Stand-lights shine on scores of music anchored by clips against the wind. As a divertimento, a virtuoso hummingbird hums an impromptu cadenza with its wings, hovers like a bee, and with a beak longer than its tail, sips nectar from petunias at the edge of the stage. Unprogrammed Harleys rev up on Columbus Drive. Cleaners light nearby office buildings con fuoco.
Fireflies glow animato nearby.
The conductor evokes the sounds of human feelings from the finale Shostakovich's Symphony No. 10. We brood and rejoice, rant and celebrate in counterpoint. After applauding fortissimo, we disperse andante into the dark. Conducted leggiero by bright street lights to the el or to our cars, orchestral encores still ring in our inner ears among the traffic.