“How can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”

If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the flagon dry.

There is a song that drifts on the breeze through all the world. Its rhythms are echoed in our breath, the music is caught in our laughter, hidden in our language, woven through our life. Singers reach for the melody, but it is too delicate to hold and too elusive to remember.