Music at midnight in the forest

Me escape from big mad world.

Night come. Me feel urge in belly. Me grab torch, walk deep into own land. Ten whole acres. All around, tall national forest trees. Quiet. No people noise. No screen noise. Only wind and owl.

In middle of land, big red cedar stand. No leaf on it. Only many many thick limb hang down like giant arms. Under that tree me put old wood piano and electric keyboard. When rain come, me throw tarp over them so no wet.

That place where me make most music. Me sit under big limb. Fingers hit keys. Sound float up into dark sky. Sometimes me start TikTok live. Few people watch me play under tree. Me lucky.

Night urge come again. Me leave house. Me go to red cedar. Me create.