I was washing my hands before going on and wondered where does music come from and why do these pieces come to me? This first happened to me on a Guitar Craft course when I could barely play. I was challenged to perform, was thinking about Joann and a piece of music fell into my hands. Twenty-five years later, from time to time, I'm thinking of someone I love and a melody appears. Music comes to me in other ways also, but these pieces that arrive when reflecting on family and friends move me, allow me to reflect on life, and give me hope to continue searching. My concern was do I have the ability to effectively transmit this music? But there was no time to reflect on this concern, because it was time to go on.
Photo by Joann Malone
May she be called a muse who can capture her artist's visage. Well played on both accounts, musician and photographer.
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