英语翻译

英语翻译
There was only one chair on the stage of the concert hall in Northern England.There was no piano,no music stand and no conductor.Just that lonely chair.
The atmosphere in the hall was tense.People were nervous and excited.Everyone in the audience of 600 people knew that they were going to hear a very special kind of music.
Finally it was time to start.Yo-Yo Ma,Chinese-American,one of the world’s most famous cellists(大提琴家),came on to the stage,bowed to the audience and sat down quietly on the chair.He made himself comfortable,thought for some minutes until there was complete silence,and then he started to play music that was at first empty and dangerous,but that soon became loud and painful,like the worst thing you’ve ever heard.It was almost unbearable ,but finally,it faded away to nothing.Yo-Yo Ma did not move.He stayed with his head bowed over his instrument.
Everyone in the hall held their breath.For what seemed like hours,nobody moved,though the performance ended.It was as if they had all experienced something terrible and dark.But then Yo-Yo Ma stood up.He put down his cello.He extended his hand to someone in the audience,asking them to come and join him.An electric shock ran through the audience when they realized what was going to happen.
A man in dirty motorcycle leathers got up from his seat excitedly and walked towards the stage,but Ma did not seem to mind.The great cellist rushed down from the stage and hugged him.The audience went crazy; suddenly everyone was cheering and shouting,like people do when they’ve just heard great music.
But this was more than music,just as the great cellist told us:“You should play not because you want to be good,but because you need to make a sound,music --- the essence of music is about expression.”