Just / Air
joy and grief collide
Is there room for classical expectations and contemporary frontiers?
complex chromaticity compels me
How can I not “wax poetic”
when dispassionate prattle fails to ignite
the flame of a candle worth holding?
The music made my heart begin to beat
I thought I knew music, but none like this
I make no claim of being more correct than another in theology or orthodoxy, and in no way will I intend to belittle or judge anyone else’s theology, orthodoxy, or lack thereof.