In Gethsemane or The SeductresImagine . Darkness. You hear the light tinkling of keys; that is notes, music from a piano, very deep, somber, and sweet, swirling around you like a gust of light wind picking up the autumn leaves. The sky overhead opens up as the light from the silver moon is revealed by the fuchsia clouds. The warm night air is cooled by the midnight breeze. A storm is coming. You close your eyes and inhale deeply. This night is perfumed with the balmy scent of myrrh, the deep scents of wood and olive oil, penetrated by light fragrance of nearby flowering plants. Shadows pass across your face by the passing c