Linda,

What is music?  I think I may have lost it.  It seems it has been swallowed by some well of thinking, as though the thought of it is meant to be its whole experience.  But this isn't accurate.  The thinking of music and 'music' are not the same thing.  But I'm not certain where one ends and the other begins.  Perhaps this is not as Romantick as I believe it to be.  There is just so much surrounding this practice of disappearing sounds that the experience seems more the nomination of a vanishing event.  Take for example the modulation.  It is nothing that moves us.  The breach in plateaux is the significance.  This nothing; the haecceity of the event.  Not silence.  The relationality of forces says it better, for forces are nothing but relationality.  I can imagine an entire work composed of nothing but these nothing-events.  Inhabiting the breach: spacing the interval, timing the gap.  And modulation is not confined to the concert hall.  I can think of the interval between each performance, each new composition, each thought, as a modulation.  It's like tying together the space between imaginary threads.  Maybe this is what I am getting at: (I am) living a breach: (I) between, (...) modulating.  

And you?                

eldritch