This short reflection is about a cello concert Sri Chinmoy gave on Sept. 27, 1996. Sri Chinmoy’s singing and cello playing absolutely melted my heart Friday night. The music itself, inexpressibly beautiful and subtle, seemed to emanate soundlessly from an instrument that could have been either Sri Chinmoy’s physical body or the cello, or both. When it touched the earth atmosphere, it was nearly impossible to say whether it was music or meditation, since sound and silence were continually flowing into one another. Sri Chinmoy’s music overwhelmed the mind. Like a river, too deep and powerful to resist, it swept everything into its current. It was a night of beauty and silence, expressed through the notes of a cello, a timeless period when all was full, complete and perfect.