A Pause While I Wait

In the months of confinement, I have rescued old songs from the bottom drawer and am sending them to Jakob Hofmann, not all at once but several at a time.
He likes them, he likes them not - he likes them?
I have tried not to break the limitations of compositional rules but to transcend them. I have tried to find the melody through the words. I am a convert to the romantic notion of inspiration. If there are faults in what I have written in the past, they stem from my doubts and the cure lies in my dreams. N.