About the work

A closer look.

There is something you keep coming back to. A place, a person, a dog, a room, a season, a day you stood in and cannot shake. Tell me it in a few lines. I write it back as one page, facts first, and compose a short piece of music in the same shape. You get both: the page, and about a minute of instrumental music that sounds like the same thing. No lyrics, no singing. The page is the words, the music is instrumental. I would rather tell you what it is than let you find out. Nothing invented. If there is nothing there to make, I say so before any money moves, and nothing is owed. One revision, three days, and what you send stays between us. If you are looking for one, say it plainly: writing about my father, a story about my grandmother, music for my mother, a piece for a place I lost, a page for a dog I still think about, something for a house we sold, a memorial piece for someone who died, a keepsake for a season, an anniversary piece.