Somewhere, somehow and unexpectedly, a style, theme, mood, nuance, emotion, or vision is released from the recesses of memory. It's a place where everything subjective or objective has been stored and surprises me when it lets something loose. Then I either use it or let it go. Perhaps that's where the music originates.
There has always been something alluring about the pieces I have studied, loved and listened to over the years. They are valuable, inspired specimens of the universal musical landscape that we have all inherited and that we live in today. The fabric of that music inspires me to this day.
