Wiola was there on the night of 29 April. She brought her camera and her eye for the moment — and these fifty frames are what she sent back to us.

David in the lights. The band held in the smoke. The silences between songs. The smile when the bow comes down. We sat with each photograph for a long time before putting them up here, because they deserve that — and because we wanted to look a little longer at what she gave us.

Thank you, Wiola. From all of us who couldn't be there.