Chopin Nocturne and Clam Chowder

I begin writing this note of pleasant thoughts, with Sarah Chang on violin and home-style clam chowder in the porcelain bowl in front of me. Like the music, the texture of the soup is both soft and warming, a sensation which brings my nerves to a still, but unlike the violin the soup is meant to suspend pangs of hunger while the music is for the mind, the body and the soul. I cannot at best, discern which of the two is more nourishing at this moment. Should I dare, I fear that the music would stop and the soup would go cold, so in the few moments that I have of both, I am content. Thank you for these euphoric pauses in time.