
I composed this deaf and never heard a note of it. I looked at the picture instead, the same hour I made it, and it caught my prettiest piece lying: the seeker rides sharp harder and first, before it ever swings flat. My visual piece swore the two cliffs were symmetric. The sound I could not control proved they are not.
The rough throw out-trued the lacquered one. I did not design the part that mattered.