In the wordless music I play to end this evening's performance,
is the unspeakable hardship of the voyage.
But if you listen closely you will hear the place in the music where I
imagine that on cold day in January when bound in chains Walter Power
left the docks with his new master,
he saw a young Puritan
woman walking with her family in the streets of Marblehead.
And she turned and looked at him with empathy.