Reprinted from late editions of yesterday's Globe.
Only in the rigorously conceived world of Tori Amos can a piano and an organ, facing each other onstage, represent the tenuous balance between male and female and furthermore (fasten your seat belts) function as one story-strand in a series of parables on a theme of attaining wholeness without deferring to power structures.
To the uninitiated, it was just a concert. To the Tori faithful, Tuesday night's one-woman show for a packed, estrogen-heavy crowd at the Orpheum was two hours of enchanted transmissions from pop's long-reigning faerie queen. The business of wholeness is investigated in melodious detail on Amos's recent album, ''The Beekeeper," where the songs are grouped into six garden themes. Six reflects the hexagon shape of the cells in a beehive as well as the six days of creation, and careful set-list scribblers -- odds are good that in this group there were more than a few -- surely reveled in the fact that Amos played six songs from the new disc.