"Making music, she stood tall and moved as if immersed in a great ocean, catching on to the right currents and tides. Often, when playing... her eyes seemed closed, as if she didn’t want to break the impetus, the spell. When she did look out, [it was] up, past the salon’s chandelier, beyond the ceiling and into space. What was it she beheld? The understanding [of music] seemed wise beyond her years."                             

 

George Jackson, critic for the Washington Post