Bindman’s playing was at once languid and lyrical, as in the Prelude, and then powerful and moody, as in the Musical Moments. Even the silences were rich with emotion. … Bindman’s playing is art, practiced for years, until it finally becomes internalized, a natural part of the performer. It is true that hearing Bindman play is like hearing a nightingale sing, but what she plays is not the mindless instinctive song of a bird, but the expression of the heart and mind and soul of a human being.”