With Love

Like an indulgent rock star, I've been spending a few hours a day in the studio recently, recording frameworks and playing with ideas, but deliberately keeping everything a track or two from completion. As long as a song remains open, it is also an expansive and explorative relationship. When the recording is done, it's inevitably a breakup -- nothing more will ever develop and from all the great chemistry, only memories and sonic pictures will remain. Once overfull with possibility, then we moved on.

Just as with summer romance, I pick out the best ones, love them with abandon, taking them recklessly far, not only unconcerned that the end will come, but fully appreciative there is little time left until our delightful moments together will be no more. As with a good song, she'll remember me forever, and every time I listen to the recording, I'll recall the details of how passion burned that season.