Fear of others’ opinions tends to be the number one motivator towards me becoming a workaholic. I believe I have to live and breathe the music I am playing, the essay I am writing, the relationship I am forming in order for it to be worthwhile. I fear not only failure, but more sinister is…

Can we really make music? It doesn’t pull me to try Pushing one word from aches Five sounds from melodies I Remember to attain their brilliance   Stay close, don’t pass my gifts so freely The birds might not cry for a tune of mine- Lift soft breathing from the sleeping Air and lie within…