What is music?

 

I know I am not the first, nor will I be the last, to ask myself these questions...

 

What is music?

 

Is it a form of architecture?

 

Is it a form of painting?

 

Is it a form of sculpture?

 

Is it a form of writing?

 

Is it poetry?

 

Is it philosophy?

 

Is it cosmology?

 

Is it mathematics?

 

Is it geometry? 

 

The music I listen to, the music I create, solo or in collaboration, builds, organizes, maps possible worlds...

 

They largely escape analytical language, words, definitions...

 

These worlds are mirrors, but of what exactly?

 

Mirrors of a life, a thought, an unconscious?

 

The main power of the music I listen to, that I love, that I create, is its power of abstraction.

 

It pulls me away from where I am, from my space-time, and takes me to another place.

 

Music traces paths to other places...

 

Music exists at the crossroad of time and space. 

 

The musician is at the center of this universe.

 

The listener too.