I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

My father told me that some voices are so true they can be used as weapons, can maneuver the weather, change time. He said that a voice that powerful can walk away from the singer if it is shamed. After my father left us, I learned that some voices can deceive you. There is a top layer and there is a bottom, and they don't match.

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.