In 1913 Igor Stravinsky and his, "Rite of Spring" incited a riot in Paris. Today I can still understand why. I see shapes in the music, dark and foreboding like shadows flickering on ancient cave walls. Something so powerful and primal it leaves me breathless. An auditory force of nature. Enter the tulip maiden with her Diaghilev leaves, the perfect flower to lead this dance of birth and death.