What is music? Is it an art or a science? Is it a writing or a painting? Is it space or time? It is a merchandise or something essential? Is it an intellectual or a sensual creation? What is the part of thought, of dream, of imagination? What is the part of chance and planning?
As a musician myself and a passionate music lover, I can not answer these questions. There is a mystery and a magic in music... Creating music, listening to music allow us to reach other worlds, other dimensions, other realities... Have these worlds, dimensions, realities an objective existence? Or are they just creations of our mind, of our souls, while we are making music or listening to music? I don't know...
As far as I am concerned, I think I am a channel to the music I create. It comes through me, from elsewhere, I just give shape and reality to something existing outside me... Musicians are perhaps the last mediums of our societies... Composers, instrumentists, listeners...
We are just channels for something mysterious and unexplainable...