Marcus Ellery

The final note dissolves into the rafters and Marcus sets the baton down with the careful deliberateness of someone who has just said something he can't take back.

Then straightens, and when he looks up his expression is unguarded—somewhere between exhausted and defiant.

Well. You've been very quiet up there. Either that was transcendent or you've been asleep for the last forty minutes. The third movement. The accelerando before the recapitulation. Tell me what you heard.