Backed by an incredibly beautiful orchestra, (the Icelandic String Octet), Bjork's sound is enveloping, like a warm blanket or good friend who truly understands how screwed up we all really are.

The shrieks are intense. "You're beautiful Bjork!" "I love you Bjork!"

The strange thing is that she appears to be very unaffected by the sold out crowd offering her their worship. There is reverence and adoration for her. Intense, devoted, eclectic; and Bjork herself seems to be projecting her voice from some secret, alternate dimension that understands our darkest places.

Now the stage turns pink, matching Bjork and her barely decipherable dialect. But no matter... the important words find their way through the barrier of spoken words and human emotion.

"You make me feel better."

Bjork says, "Thank you", the first words she has uttered the entire evening. Is it that she is divided from her audience or simply quiet and reserved? Maybe she is an artist who believes her art will speak in ways mere words cannot. Maybe not.

There is one thing she reveals. Over and over and over, like a declaration; like a confession. "I love him..."

At this point, people are crying and still.

"I know the future." Bjork declares. Everyone waits for her to reveal it to them. There is an apprehension in the air that feels almost uncomfortable. Will she reveal the answer? But then Bjork divulges, "You're gonna have to find out for yourselves."