As someone who deals almost exclusively in words, I’ve always been immensely jealous of everyone who can write music. Sure, there’s an inherent power in poetry – snap your fingers and you can take someone to a vignette you created. Use your words to craft a scene, a feeling, a generative memory that you want to share for however long it takes for the air of your piece to leave the room. But there’s a complexity to music that poetry can’t touch sometimes – the power of a few wordless notes to make you feel something powerfully and instantly. It’s easy enough to connect a word or an image to loneliness, longing, happiness, passion – but collections of notes, alone without lyrics, can make you inexplicably feel these things all the same, and you can’t really ever explain why.