I have been thinking about the difference between sound and music.

I am not sure where one ends and the other begins.

When I listen to the wind, I hear more than wind.
There are tones in it. Small changes in pitch.
Sometimes it rises, sometimes it falls away.

Rain has its own rhythm.

A passing bus has a tone.
A distant engine. A door closing.
The sound of something moving through the air.

None of these things were made to be music.

And yet, sometimes I listen to them in much the same way.

Perhaps music does not always begin with an instrument.
Perhaps it begins with listening.

I find myself drawn to sounds that may not sound like music to everyone.

Sounds that are rough, uneven, distant, or difficult to place.

Sometimes I enjoy creating something without knowing whether it should be called music at all.

It may be a sound.

It may become music.

Or perhaps the difference is not in the sound itself, but in the way we listen to it.

I do not think I need to decide.

I like that there is a space between the two.

A place where something can simply exist and still create a feeling.

Maybe that is enough.

Perhaps it is not always music I am trying to create.

Perhaps I am simply trying to make something worth listening to.

Jeanette