Dear Listener,

I assume at this point that you have heard or are hearing some of my music. Thank you for sharing in this with me, because this is somewhat of a milestone, a dream come true, for me.

Five years ago, it never would've even crossed my mind that I would be making music; I had never really had an interest in it. But I guess I had some spark of creativity, because somehow I ended up playing with blips and beeps on a glowing computer monitor. Like a rolling snowball, it grew from there. I learned guitar. I recorded guitar. My music was terrible. But slowly, I got better at what I was doing: the adventure of converting brain waves to sound waves. And I enjoyed it.

So, like a surprise visit from a newly acquainted friend, music moved in and became a part of my life. I continued learning guitar. I began writing songs. My music continued to be terrible, but slowly, like water carving a path out of stone, my music flowed better, it came easier to me. I began to learn how the pluck of a string could not only be a vibration through an elastic medium, but an emotion, a thought, a feeling. Music became more than a hobby to me, it became a diary, an expression of myself. And as I grew, my music grew with me.

Here I am, five years later, standing atop a couple songs that I can call my own. I'm excited to have come as far as I have, but from this vantage point looking back, I can't attribute this to my own hard work. I worked with a joy not mine at a passion lent to me by the Great Musician, who is writing a grand symphony to His own time and beat. As He works to make us all sound in harmony, I hope it's His tune that you hear in my music. So, at the feet of an Artist so much greater than me, I can take no credit for myself.

Therefore, as ever, I cordially remain,

~Anonymous