A beautiful Cellist from the last night

I wish I had more time for my feeble attempt at this oil sketch of this beautiful Cellist last night. When she started to play time seems to have stood still : her music seems to have suddenly extract us from our mortal shells elevating  our souls heaven- bound closer and closer to something divine. I hold my breath as well as my paint brush while listening to her beautiful play fumbling my way through the painting just as the British poet Wordsworth remarked,

 "I listen’d, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
 Long after it was heard no more."