io was toying around on the piano last night. this hideous looking thing that she got for nothing off facebook. she only had to pay for a moving specialist to bring it into our home. I was thinking, while she was composing something new, utterly her own, how is she going to remember that? Then I saw she was recording it for her friend JoJo and still the thought bothered me later, how does she know it’s the right keys, the piano isn’t even tuned properly? But later, just before bed, trying to sleep: but that’s why it’s wonderful. It happened once and she was the music and the music was her and something moved within her. She might never be able to reproduce it. She might even make it into something more polished, but that didn’t matter. What mattered is she was the music and she was beautiful.