The clock has suggested wrapping things up, and he has declined the recommendation. Due at Midnight is still working through the solo, the room’s remaining good sense, and at least one feeling that should have been left alone.

Devotion rarely follows a reasonable schedule. When the work matters deeply enough, time becomes background noise and the need to finish outweighs the need to stop. He is not chasing applause; he is trying to reach the place inside the music where everything finally makes sense.