I'm still digging, but this is very close to where I see 'me'. The circle is me. The lines represent all the patterns around me. All touch me in some way, some go through me, and affect who I am, some simply guide me. They are a part of me, but exist whether I am there or not.
Rhythms are the heart of any musical pattern.
For what I look for in music, if there's no underlying rhythm, then the music holds no magic. I'd always been drawn toward the melodic side of things until I happened upon a group of folks drumming at a local Rennaissance faire. I was really taken in by the patterns they were making, with such a simple instrument. Talking it over with Catya, she said she had always wanted a drum. If you've never been in a drumming circle, or at least heard one where there are a set of strong drummers playing, I highly recommend it.