rush

i have a lot on my mind. struggles, questions, anxious, wondering, the inexplainable.

it's about being inspired. i have been trying to write a song for so long but i could never get the words right. i'd slouch back in my chair in defeat. there would be another time as there always is in my life, where i just wanted to write. to finally express myself through that which i love so intently. but again, i'd slouch. i'd be back though. i always am. i strum those strings maybe even hit a few ivory keys and even if i wasn't playing a patented song i would just play because it...frees me. then i would think to myself if only there were words...

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
_Aldous Huxley

...but why words? there is so much to be said by simply not saying anything