Apologies for my recent silence on these pages. My mind has been more than usually empty of late, and I entreat you to believe me when I write that silence is preferable to verbal diarrhoea — or, indeed, any kind of diarrhoea. It’s not pleasant, I hope we can agree on that at any rate.
But here is a little piano piece I wrote when I was (I think) 15. I was certainly 15 when I made this recording, in March 1999. I realise now that it’s a song without words. I used to have words for some of it, but they weren’t good words, so it’s better in this manifestation.