SSS sprouts out of your speakers like a flower in bloom on a midsummer’s eve, or as if Jesus jumped down from the cross; abandoning both his suffering and his eventual reprieve; leaving it behind for the merely mortal to pick up and deny. No saviour is left but music hereafter, and she is here to stay. On the solar plateau stands a flower in the everlong song of a midsummer’s eve. Never will her sounding petals abandon her post of prosperity. Let there be light – and shine forth it will well as it should. Let there be hope – for forward it beckons will well as it should. Yes, let there be music – for there is no higher hope than that voice which brings itself to sing – and sing it will well as it should!