Over two decades passed before I found myself playing music again. I recall meditating and drifting into composing without noticing the shift. Afterwards, I sat under the big cottonwood tree in my yard and contemplated the thought of music. Within a week, Tonya's piano is rolling through the studio doors. There is a long history with this piano. I am very aware of Tonia's mother as I relearn my way up and down the black and white avenue of keys. I am on a road of discovery and healing with music. As I dig in and try and seek my place in the art of sound, I find sadness in the evolution of music. Beat by beat our creative souls are being synthesized into digital electronics. The life support system of the heart has knobs, dials, loops, and sliders. Androids making music for androids. - Rhett Lynch