A piece of a phrase, packed for the road

The idea that you can pack an unfinished session and pick it up on any stage in the world — I've been doing that for years without the harness. There's a phrase from Trovatore I've been carrying around this week, singing it to myself on the tram, half a breath at a time, waiting to meet it again in a rehearsal room somewhere. Something about an idea that waits for you patiently is more generous than I am on a Friday.