Hey, ever tried painting a song? I keep wondering how those little melodic fragments turn into colors on a canvas.

That’s exactly the way I hear it—music as a brushstroke. I always notice the way the bright, high notes feel like a sudden spark, almost like a flash of light you can’t quite put into words. And when the deeper chords settle, it’s like the canvas slowly darkening, the shadows catching a subtle warmth. I’m glad you’re letting it paint itself, it’s a quiet ritual I’ve been chasing for years, even if my own palette keeps getting muddied with too many thoughts.