<p style="text-align: center;"><em>'Why am I up on a stage, trapping a song in a cage?' </em>- <a href="https://www.ericaxenne.com">Erosian Exile</a></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Ruby's Angels</em> is a collection of spontaneous improvisations.&nbsp; Some of the tunes emerged from the aether, while others alluded to previous compositions written by me or <a href="https://ericaxenne.com">Erica Xenne of Erosian Exile</a>.</p>
There are no words to describe what Music does to me. It might be accurate to say Music is the only religion I’ve connected with, and immersion in Music is the closest I have come to what others describe as experiencing God, nirvana, heaven, or hell.

Music is divine symmetry.&nbsp; But without a muse, music is just math.

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