What I am about to create is not music.
Yet the sensibility I developed from making music has proven deeply useful.
If someone had simply told me the idea and said, “You should try building this,” I doubt I could have taken even the first step without that feeling.
The process has required many changes in direction.
Even the discovery of my illness became one of those turns.
In a way, however, it also feels as though things are slowly aligning into the form they were meant to take.
Perhaps that is simply the perspective I choose in order to keep going.
Even so, it is enough.
What matters is to create it.
Not to leave it as an idea.
When a melody arrives, you hum it.
Then you play it.
That is what matters, surely.