Last night, I went to the opening night performance of the Lincoln Center Festival. It was Peter Brooks’ production of Mozart’s final opera. It is billed as “A Magic Flute,” rather than the usual “The Magic Flute,” since Brook wants to indicate that this is one of many possible interpretations of the work. The staging has two actors and an alternating cast of singers. The set consisted of bamboo poles, which suggested a variety of things. The visual simplicity was matched by the musical arrangement: single piano accompaniment. I can’t tell you what a pleasure it was to hear this music so stripped-down. Sublime!