In time.
I taught myself the accompaniment to Tom Waits' "Time" today. It was such a thrill to hear notes come together and sound like something. And it was magic to know that I was doing it with my own two hands.
"And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco.
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