Imagine a doorbell made of light. Imagine the house that we would enter if we rang that bell. Music is the rhythm of butterflies. Music is hungry stomachs being filled. Music is justice.
Music is blue water, blue whales, and blue cornmeal.
Music passes through some while others reject the image. The best music teacher is an oak tree. Music cannot be taught. Music is alive. Music tolls from the earth and lands on the sky of another universe.