Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

He stood at a tilt as though tethered to some terrible weight - some moment of his past that simultaneously defined who he was yet denied him life.

You are hatching from the past.

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.