Touching Beyond

I'm writing a piece now. It will soon be finished.

I don't know where the music comes from. I do have some control over it, but mostly I can only control how bad it is. So I try not to control too much, since I obviously don't help.

This feeling, when I am out there/in here, writing, I can't tell you! Like lying in fertiliser, like having nourishment without eating, like warmth without heat, like life and living just from holding the pen and trying not to make too much of a mess of music!

You're welcome to try, of course. But please don't try too hard. You don't need to add anything; just don't take away from what is already there.