dizzle!

I wrote this when I was like 13...

Love, Life, and Death.

Let me paint you a picture of my music with words, although words cannot contain all that is within the darkness and the light of the sounds that form music...

Picture music as a child, barely taking its first steps into life and seeing for the first time: everything

The child grows and sees himself surrounded by noise, surrounded by the smell, the touch, the taste, he looks around and takes it all in.

For the first time... He truly...

Breathes...

He experiences the passion of breathing in hopes of sounds that resound, form a tone, ring like a bell, and shatter a heart of glass and melt a soul of stone.

The child hears the sound, and enjoys what he hears, he then finds himself placed into a box, within it, he finds a simple band that can be tightened and plucked.

He then evolves from one string to six and learns to play between the boundaries of the strings.

A strum of strings that form a harmony, interlocked with the bell of a voice that is held within.

The child is still able to take a grasp on all these new noises and soon finds the natural curiousity of simply banging on pots and pans. He still evolves further and learns the true art of percussion.

A boom of a drum that pounds with the rhythm of the heart and envokes the power contained in the music that only the man with the sticks can feel and translate into a bang.

After learning how to play with anything and everything, the child still needs to grow.

The child grows higher and higher with his passion and not only learns of the highs in his music, but the lows.

A thud of a bass melody, plucking with the rhythm plucking on four strings to keep it all aligned.

At last...

The sound...

*silence*

The absense of sound that leaves the need to be filled.

The fill...

CHAOS!

The void of nothingness has been filled with disorder and array...

The sound needs to be controlled, needs to find order... Needs peace...

The creator of the beautiful sound, the boy, steps forward...

Finds the order amongst the disorder, organization among chaos...

Brings the animal that is music to a higher state of being, brings it into a new world where anything and everything is possible.

Brings forth the sound...

*of a whisper*

Brings forth the sounds of love, life, and death...