The point of musical creation is to relive the memory of when you were 4 years old and your mother sang a 60’s classic as she made pancakes or when you were 11 and saw the ocean for the first time or when you were 16 and flew 103mph in your dads Chevy so that while you are 20 and see her perfectly hued blue eyes for the first time and see the future of a lifetime in them you will realize that the point of a melody will cause an experience of pre-existence to when you are 26 and witness your baby boy being born or when you are 32 and lose everything but your family or when you are 42 and hold your mothers hand as she takes her last breath or when you are 57 and watch your son buy his own house or when you are 65 and give your granddaughter her first Christmas gift or when you are 70 and celebrated your birthday with your wife in the neighborhood park along side of your son and 3 grandchildren or when you are 85 and have to live without the most beautiful lover anyone in the world could have encountered or when you are 98 and finally realize the meaning of life was never to have gained the importance or prominence in the business world or to have had a 6 digit income or to have had an award given or channel 10 news interview broadcast about you, but rather to have left your name in the world in the form of a soul imprint with as little as a simple smile in a grocery store.

Indeed, the deepest intent of the truest form in a musical piece will let you see a lifetime of memories while you are still 20 and have the next 78 years to help that old woman up the steps with her bread and milk, and give the little boy in line in front of you the extra $1.41 he needed to complete his purchase as he grasped for coins in his pockets and to backpack across your favorite countries with the blue eyed beauty you call yours and write notes to your mother while she is still loving you on this earth and choose to throw the Frisbee with your son instead of spend that extra hour in the office and to watch that sunset outside the window and to go to that midnight movie premier and to take that back road with the windows down and her hair flowing with an arm outstretched and to listen to the extraordinary sound that nature makes with a leaf rustle or bird chirp…that is the true creation of music.