Instrument of Love
...is what you are.
I want to write with a leaping lyricalness, an always fresh perspective, without anything being pinched or the flow held back by too much elastic. I hear songs being sung everywhere, at all times and in impossible voices I could never - ever have imagined hearing, even if, like the mountains, I had a million years to sit and wait. The notes are in the particulars: the who, what, where, when, and especially the why. The heart says, Why do I make music? And the soul spirit says, Because you are an instrument of love.
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