a life lived under the ocean

Communion is my job. It has been said, to watch a person play is to see his soul. A life lived under the ocean in silent murky sound. A musician’s brain performs strange mathematical somersaults. With prodding, concentration and discipline, music comes. Up top in the air is where the rest of life vibrates. Choosing to rap myself in velvet water so the world can listen. If she sticks her head in for long enough.