A Personal SPACE


My trusty keyboard is my co-conspirator, some folks pen a diary, but not me.
A few moments when I stand in front of the keyboard with the sole purpose of traveling to an imaginary place.
I wander through the stars, ponder the universe, sometimes landing on a planet that aligns with my whimsy.
Every note is an improvisation, unpolished, a one-shot, never repeated, … I never know what will come out and occasionally I trip over, and music is often a tad off-key.