More then a thousand words written, but no notes to make a song. It shouldn't be this hard, and it shouldn't take this long. Some inspiration needed, to lead me to my goal, No music found, to match the lyrics of my soul.

The people who never wanted to meet you, will never know what you would have sounded like together!

It's more about the music and that they'd appeal to the whole scope of Hispanics in the U.S.. After seeing their favorite artist no one has left.

There is no pattern the human mind can devise that does not exist already within the bounds of nature...Everything we do, see, write, notate, all are an echo of the deep seams of the universe. Music is the invisible world made visible through sound.

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe . . . ?

In the background, classical music plays from a paint-splattered radio, the New York station with the ancient announcer more frequently heard in doctors’ waiting rooms and other places where signs prohibit the use of cell phones – the last bastions of Beethoven or Chopin or, on racier days, Shostakovich.