I think it was a Ligeti piece. Maybe it was inspired by Ligeti, or maybe it was somebody completely different. The problem is that I have no musical training and a horrible memory for the names of composers -- meaning I remember their names, but can't match names and music. I think it was Ligeti.

The music I am more sure of -- a violin and a voice. No words, but the voice was trying to sound like the violin, and the violin was trying to sound like the voice. I wish I could tell you things like what notes they were sounding and, whatever, timbre or pitch or something. Here's what I pictured as I listened: a leaf, and the air around a leaf. A blown kiss. The tremor of a distant train. A dance with invisible partners. Here's how I felt : I felt like I had no body. LIke a crack had opened out and something indescribably wonderful had flowed out. It reminded me of reading a book by another obscure gent named Martin Buber, in which Buber described forming real, genuine, spiritual connections with all of creation, animate and otherwise.

Except all of that makes my experience sound too religious, and the music too much like the score to 2001. It was more like walking into the ocean when the water is a bit cold at first, and when your head first goes under (usually as a wave is breaking) you hear a kind of reverberation of stones. The sound feels like it is both inside you and outside of you.

It may or may not have been Ligeti who made me feel that way.