Don't mind my syncopes. I blink in and out, hoping for dazzle. Last time we were on music, lyrics, words. When I'm writing I sometimes sit back and wait for the words to come out of the scene. If the experience is real enough (art imitates life) then it has a generative force. Listen carefully.
Literacy, in the sense of loving language, struggling to find in words the lyricism of music, to invoke feelings beyond mere words, and to seek meaning in the quiet spaces between the words, is a precious tradition that -- I fear - we are at risk of losing unless there are more people like you. Thanks for the reassurance, and for the invite. Of course, I accept.