piano? the alchemist of harmony— to muddle many colors, or stretch a single blue wide as taffy, thin as glass. guitar? the weaver meets each string in fingertips— to touch vibration itself, and cradle its calls in palm. drums? both spine and spinal cord— to balance the room with thumping vertebrae, and clicks/claps/taps of subtly tuned nerves. Why play with the wind? —the voice? the reed? the brass? Is there a nearer expression of the artist soul than that which permeates through living breath?