I was thinking about school. How on sunny days the light through the windows would catch my watch casing and throw a tiny star of light against the classroom walls. How I’d play with it, tilting and angling my wrist to make this bright speck dance and move around the room, travel slowly, quickly, with purpose, intent. Sometimes it would disappear and I would move my hand around until it would be back and would slowly start again. The utter magic of it all.
That’s what playing music feels like.
peter wyeth 