Anamnesis is the heart of this album.

When you reflect deeply on what you feel while listening to a song or admiring a painting, you may realize - if you accept and embrace it - that it resonates because you have already perceived something of what it reveals. The mind awakens to something it feels it has always known but never fully seen. It is perception without sight, a discovery of something never lost yet always held - what may be called an unforgetting: Anamnesis.

The creation and origin of the song emerge similarly through anamnesis. I never sit down at the piano with the intention of composing a song; the melody often arrives from a place that is both strange, and at the same time, familiar. Once the melody appears, the rest of the song unfolds, revealing itself and asserting its own terms. The piece has always been there, waiting to be carved from its block of stone, much like a sculptor frees his creation from its marble prison. It is more an intuitive process of discovery within oneself, than it is an act of creating something external.

To tap into this well of creation is a capricious process. Beauty cannot be forced, and who knows when the well will run dry - or if it ever refills. The swan song is the last drop of creation, art’s final utterance.

There are no musical notations for these songs; they are written only in the mind and manifested through the gestures and movements of hands and fingers. If an idea or melody fails to survive in memory, perhaps it was never meant to endure.