I find nocturne in the buffering of the wind against my car windows as I speed down the freeway at nine o’clock in the evening.

Miles and Miles and Miles to Go

I took comfort in making myself even smaller, tucking in my edges until I felt whole. Myself, a perfect and solitary thing.

Preorders are Open for Issue III: Nocturne

Something sharp & true shifts within us when we embrace darkness instead of shying away from it.

I am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.

¿Libretto Crescendo?

A violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.

my present self is grateful to my past self five, ten years ago for making an effort to remember things that happened.

Nocturnes are magical concepts because they blur this realm of fear and comfort, waking and sleep, into a state of dreaming.

There is a beautiful thing waiting for us in the distance, & it sounds so much like song.

Announcements, MusicTopaz WintersDecember 22, 2016

From the Editor: The Saudade Issue

It’s the feeling we all know, the one we shy away from putting a name to.

Memory shifts in forms of translation and recording—in how pieces are positioned and what shape everything becomes.