I didn't sing for years and years, but I started playing harp when I was maybe 9 or 10. I had actually wanted to play for years leading up to that, but no teacher in our little town would take me on as a student, because I was too young.

I wasn't interested in writing music that wasn't beautiful for me to listen to.

I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making.

Around eighth grade I decided I wanted to be a composer and that's what I went to college for. Just a few years back, I switched out of composition and into creative writing so I could work with words.

There's something fundamental to the harp that has retained its appeal my whole life. It's an instrument I am just in love with.

In high school, we studied a lot of poetical forms. I was really interested in the math that was involved and the strange live break ups. That gave me a great amount of respect for a rhymed stanza.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.