Explosion

The lights in the auditorium went dim, the spotlights hit the musicians on the stage, the notes burst in a well-timed explosion, scattered around, and then rushed back jumping headlong into a frenzied Hungarian Gipsy melody, sweeping everything in its way. Right away, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, they came; without asking, without knocking, without a warning, they flung open the doors of my eyes and ran gleefully down my face. I sat and listened, knowing that everybody was there, in this music; everybody I could remember, everybody I called mine, and me, we were all there, in the music. It was too much, and it was not enough. It was a home, without a house.


Kalman Balogh Gipsy Cimbalom Band performs "Aven shavale..."