If I had to choose between written words or played music it would be a hard choice. I imagine a huge medieval style battle. In full sunshine the strings and sweet girls voices would charge against thickset armoured words like BUT and NEVER, they’d harry resplendent and necessary words strung out like flags, radiant and sublime in their particular order. I can love them both, words and music, filling my head, thick on my tongue, gentle over my body, but eventually, after much screaming and shouting, words would win. Every time.