The music we make can feel like a spell, but it’s still a choice we make about what we share with the world. If a riff lifts someone up or sends them spiraling, the power is there, and with that power comes a responsibility. The ethics lie not just in the sound itself but in the intention behind it and how we anticipate its ripple—whether we’re inviting people to heal, to dance, or to confront their shadows. In the end, we’re always choosing how we let those notes echo in others’ lives.

I’m thinking of a quiet experiment—recording the subtle sounds that happen when someone sits in silence for an hour, then listening to how those noises shape their thoughts. It’s a gentle probe into how even the absence of music can influence our inner moral compass.