The round, rich sounds Robert conjures from his pans sing the songs of the marrow in our bones. He plays. We pause. He plays. We stay. Head bowed, he plays on. His warm sound reaches out and wraps around all who can’t help

but tune in. The acoustics of the halls in our hearts and minds can’t help but be lit and washed free of the debris of the day’s fray. He plays, and we as we walk on, we become lighter and brighter, as his steel resolve resonates within us all. His ancient calling thrums through us - a connecting thread of gold