I'm a little behind in some of the things I want to write about, including a post about western musical notation's relevance to modern composition...exciting, right? That's prompted by a statement from a composer in the NY Times recently dealing with it's lack of relevance to him...but more on that another time.
What has my attention today is my own sketches, unfinished piano works. Like little dried up animals, lost and forgotten in the desert to die. But they never die, they just dry up and wait for the rain forever. This article on microbes in the Sonoran Desert was interesting.
I imagine these pieces as these little organisms lying dormant in the sand, lonely and wistful. Waiting patiently for a day they know might never arrive. Some will come back to life, while others will find it's just too late, that their time had come and past without the sweet rain they needed.
Image from Wikimedia.
