It’s a little hard to write my note this month because it seems like I should be writing about my Dad. But instead, I’m busy writing songs. If I could pick one thing that I like to do the most, it would be songwriting. Time stops, the world fades away, and I am one with the spirit of lyric and song. Words drop from the sky. My fingers mysteriously find their way on the keys. Creative excitement owns me, and little mortal me practically disappears. In fact, all vanishes but the music. It’s magic! I fall in love with each song, and I am grateful to my very core.
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