On Thursday night, in a packed Massey Hall, I saw Ludovico Einaudi and his ensemble of seven perform – for the second time.

Just after 8:15 p.m., the brilliant pianist and composer strode across the stage in a black silk suit, donning his trademark fedora. The hall was warm.

He took a seat at his bench, his back to the audience. Squarely focused on his instrument and his band of musicians, we were a happy side effect. Ludovico knew that we, the crowd, were only there to watch him at work.

And work he did. He took us through a journey of his compositions. Cast under a single ray of light, with wisps of smoke surrounding him, he took his fans on a roller coaster of the heart. His light, effortless tapping of the keys drawing strong memories for each of us in the hall.

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