It’s those flowers, wasting their sweetness on the desert air, that makes us wonder how many…? How many truly, incredibly talented people were/are/will be out there, not making it big time, unknown by the people whose art might save them? Might make them take a different direction, and change the course of history.

In music, in writing, there are so many who have this gift, to carry the soul and heart to different places, to illuminate life, love, being human in extraordinary ways, that I’ll never hear or read — or those I have heard and read who may not or have not reached the people who would delight in their work, appreciate every aspect, revel in their gifts. That is life but it’s also a source of quiet despair.

Money can’t be the only gate-keeper. That way, we’ve already seen too well, leads to falseness of the most base sort. Somehow, in some way, quality, originality, meaning and unique ability must be given a way to be seen and recognised.