Notes are harsh and scores, unfeeling.
They suggest that music's only
noise, or simply ink on paper.
But it's more than beats and pitches,
more than circles on a page. Music
is the evidence of life; a resonance
of who we are, and a breath
that keeps the world alive.
So painstakingly I write these notes
like turning thoughts to words, but
I won't give up music for notes.
I'll keep resounding because
life is too precious to
not make music.