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.