Humans respond to music in a way no other animal appears to. Music seems to serve no concrete or functional purpose, and yet its force and influence on my inner world is undeniable. A piece of music can immediately and positively affect my whole being. It has a profound physiological affect on me. It stops me in my tracks and is the food and flood to my emotional life. Music is far more than a pleasurable distraction. It is a place of pattern, rage and beauty that settles my spirit.

I touch upon one reason to make.

One of my most powerful experiences occurs at the point when I am witness to the emergence of an artwork's potential. It is the intense revelation of beauty beyond myself. I have no say as to the timing of this unexpected moment, and I am not the cause of it. Pride plays no part in this. I sense something greater than myself and feel the importance of service to make that beauty known.

Large, complex, lengthy works of art often carry more status than small, uncomplicated, short artistic works. The novel is considered more significant than a short story. The symphony, more weighty than a song. An oil painting, more noteworthy than a watercolour. If value is thought of separately to an artwork's monetary price, the time and effort something takes to make is of less importance.

The quality of art is not defined by its size, medium, or duration, but by its ability to provoke.