Musical performance is like tightrope walking.
There is this constant risk that one could slip, lose balance, fall off at any moment.
The performer knows these risks. While not injury or death, one could fall to the murky depths of shame: the ultimate art killer.
And defying these risks, the wire walker still carries out his feat, full of life and humanity. The music still sings.
I find a certain courage in performing music that is admirable. It can be a frightening undertaking but one that is necessary.
We need to see that the proper state of living is not to tremble in fear but to dance with it and make art. That’s the stuff life is made of!