Stationed in a dimly lit room, the air thick with smoke, not a sound to be heard, he sits as if in a trance. Contemplating his deepest memories and calculating tones from the thoughts in his head, he suddenly lifts himself from his perch and descends upon his prey as a raptor to his helpless victim. In an instant, the keyboard comes to life, issuing new sounds as if they had been there forever - placed long ago by ancient sorcerers far wiser than we. After hours that seem to pass in seconds the composition is complete and the students are gathered round, eager to hear what the master has made this time. As the dim lights are extinguished, eyes are closed and all ears become portals, into which new worlds and images emerge.