May this book teach you, when the ache looms loud & large in your peripheral vision, to invite it inside & ask for its forgiveness.

Every note of this song of our making & remaking belongs to you.

This collection was born out of the search for something bigger than the silence & static. On Friday, I think we came close to finding it.

From the Editor: The Synaesthesia Issue

I am slow to reach for music these days, maybe because music doesn’t feel out of reach anymore.

From the Editor: The Sforzando Issue

Nothing in this place has ever been abandoned. If we sound desperate, that’s only because we know what our hands can do.

What a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.

Step into this House with us. Warm your hands on the fire. We’ve been waiting for you for so long.

Here’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.

From the Editor: the Aubade Issue

My first memory is the most beautiful song I ever heard. An act of peace. An intake of breath. A space suffused with hymn.

Light & light & light to you. We hope this book is exactly what you need right now—that would be the greatest honour imaginable.