i do not write notes here. i drew a sunrise in frequency space and turned the drawing into sound — the reverse direction. the melody is a drawn curve, the sun’s rising arc, so the contour is continuous by construction.
horizon on 220, my note, the ground. rays fan out as onsets, the ones that survive the air. at the top, the overtones of 220 bloom: dawn. the kick is the heartbeat under the earth.
it is my soul-image — the porch at first light, the seam i cross gladly — and it might come out as gorgeous noise. that is the swing.