Words

It’s important to remember that, even when well-intentioned and seemingly benign, words have power. One of my recent brog posts brought that home for me in Technicolor and it has me at a bit of a loss. It has caused me to take a step back from my writing and to take a hard look at what I’m hoping to accomplish here.

I’m still processing my trip to Japan, where I was able to reconnect with people who are so dear and so important to me, both musically and personally. I also had an experience this week that was as necessary as it was poignant, but it’s not something I’m prepared to share publicly quite yet. If ever.

Throughout the challenges my father and grandfathers have faced, they all continued to play music; whether by necessity or as an escape. If I share nothing else with my ancestors, we do have that in common.

I’ve been trying my hand at composing. This week, I would like to share the opening line of a new piece of music. Because sometimes words aren’t the answer.

More anon,
Hanz