I was born in a world of music and abstractions,
sound translated into images that assemble
and disassemble, then reassemble in colorful ways
with new music, old music, the brawling, the serene,
roaming about gently settling here and there like Mozart,
or rampaging through the universe like Beethoven,
pushing me around a bit like Bartok or Nielsen,
astonished by Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich,
tripping me like Charles Ives, to be lifted again
and set on a steady beat by Johann Sebastian Bach.
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