No.

Too much of creation is about birthing and then disowning, fathering and then orphaning reducing...distilling...placing and then replacing. There is joy and violence and consternation. I build it up and then burn it down and all the while talk out loud just to hear what's left. I hate that word but love the vowel and place a pause just because. I double time it through and then next I slow it down always searching how to trim it up. I cuss my vocabulary and wrestle with subtle definitions until I do not hate it much. And then, after a hundred times through, I let it rest.

There is no room for music...that's someone else's bastard child.