The notes crash around her. Drops on heavy piano strings. The brass blares. The accordion whines. It’s all there; perfectly constructed in her mind, constructed of memory suspended between strands of imagination - a spider web of rhythm and melody.
A masterstroke, if it can be completed. A splinter of genius that will echo through history and spread its green roots into all that follows; a shift in paradigm for all compositions ranging from here to the end of eternity.
But well over a hundred executives, stay-at-home parents, lecturers, lawyers and software developers need their burnt coffee served up in recyclable cups, so history will have to do without this masterpiece. She has a roll to fill.
Paddy Dobson
8th January 2021