Worry is a whirlwind. A tornado of thought fueled by perpetual motion. The music spins, rises, and falls. Dark shadows of fear bear down on us in in ugly block chords with irregular, jagged rhythms. Dissonance creeps in from every angle. With nowhere to run, the music spins faster in a frightened flight. A tiny seed of a thought can grow like a weed and tangle the mind. One moment of clarity can free it again. We realize that all along we were worried for nothing. And of course.....

    Everything looks different in the light of a new day. Melodies bright and sparse. A simple form with folk-like textures. The morning light returns each day like a trusted friend. Another day full of possibilities. Another chance. A new perspective.