Eras pass over into history, and so do songs. The people who listen to them and love them are the ones who grow old but songs are like money. The passing years merely increases their power to arouse emotion. It is not just here that people listen, bewitched, to old songs. Everyone everywhere does.
Songs are like war and peace, youth and age.
When we hear some songs, it is like taking off reading glasses. A miracle, the sight suddenly clears. The listener has become the boy or girl who first heard it all those years ago. This concert began with the entrance of a tiny person who looked about ten years old, in a flaming red dress, May Yusri by name. She took her place, full of purpose, alongside the conductor.