"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, former critic for the Washington Post and New York Times