So who's impressed by a gigantic symphonic orchestra full of horns and strings and bows and blowers and mallets with wings? Not Heidi, that's who. She wrote songs for them and for her and for you, songs of heartache and loss and of ports that she sailed through. She sang them heart open and the orchestra followed, flowed and folded into one big piece of beauty and longing and hope and then it was through. And what was left was a whisper. And she started anew.