Windforest: take our breath away, and return it to us refreshed with the life you can give it. Take it to the ends of the earth, to nourish what you sustain, And bring back what is offered you there to sustain others. Transform our breath so that new life can be nurtured.
I find it impossible to doubt music while actually playing it. Even as the rest of my life seems overpopulated with questions and uncertainties about why one thing should be done instead of another, in the midst of the playing, dancing around silence and space with the presence of notes, the music always seems to matter. I still want to reach for those notes that must be played, that are right because they are essential melodies, unavoidable tones, songs that cannot be defied. This music is silent even when it sings because it does not speak--it cannot be reduced by explanation.
