It took me too long to remember that creating isn’t a choice.
It’s how I stay aligned. How life’s value is made evident. Music doesn’t get planned here.
It moves in its own way. It is rarely architected,mostly it just flows.
A piano. An audio frequency landscape.
Everything ends up out there,there is no ‘work in progress’ folder on my hard drive where orphaned songs sit waiting.
If it doesn’t move through, what’s the point?
I’m a father. And a husband.
And a full time worker in a corporate world built for forgetting.
This is not just my labor of love.
Or my grip on sanity.
This is what I’m made of.