holy word
holy sound

until I fully understand your immanence I cannot understand my music.

it cannot be a question of judgement.
with judgement comes doubt
and with doubt: neglect.
my music is a source of healing only when I can refrain
from both neglect and self-judgement.

music cannot be about concert-hall or 'being heard'
it is only about the inner perception of colour:
the inner stained glass through which light can (and does) pour.

I know only too well that meandering improvisation can no longer satisfy:
it needs to be written down so that I can discern
patterns,
directions,
pathways,
and, potentially, meaning. . . . . .