"I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music. And even when it was not literally (audibly) music, there was the music of my muscle-orchestra playing -- "the silent music of the body," in Harvey's lovely phrase. With this playing, the musicality of my motion, I myself became the music -- "You are the music, while the music lasts." A creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other -- except for that unstrung part of me, that poor broken instrument which could not join in and lay motionless and mute without tone or tune."