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Sometimes it begins with an acoustic line, sometimes with a burst of energy that comes out of nowhere. I follow whatever spark appears and let it guide me toward a song that feels alive. Love, memory, excitement, longing, all of it finds its way into the melodies before I even notice.

My creativity moves on its own rhythm. Ideas rise up the way fire pushes through a volcano, sudden and impossible to predict. When that happens, my job is simple. I choose the one spark that feels true, the one that carries the emotion I want to give shape to, and I build around it until the music breathes on its own.

To me, music is many things at once. It can tell what we have lived, let us slip into a vision, help us imagine ourselves in someone else’s world, or act as a kind of therapy when nothing else works. There is no single way to use it. That freedom is what keeps me creating.

I love the process in any form. Writing, playing, singing, producing, experimenting, letting emotion drive the structure. It is all part of the same instinct to turn feeling into sound. As long as nature allows it, I want to keep making music that carries the full range of who I am, with all the energy, softness, and expression that come with it.