It’s time to reclaim what classical music truly is—and who gets to be called a classical musician. The canon is not a cage. It is a chorus, still growing in song. This post is for composers, listeners, and stewards of beauty in an age of noise.

If a child learns that satisfaction comes with a swipe, not a sketch… That music is what you download, not what you practice…That beauty is filtered, not crafted…Then what will compel them to create anything at all?

But when reckoning turns into revisionism, when art is reduced to ideology, when artists are turned into ideologues, and when traditions are miscast as tools of oppression without understanding their origins, we lose the very thing that makes music sacred: its ability to speak across time, culture, and division.

Sacred music doesn’t require an altar to be holy. What makes music sacred is not location—but invocation. It’s the posture of the heart of the performer, the intention behind the creation, the resonance of symbol, and the invitation into meaning.

The world is aching for music that speaks beyond entertainment, beyond capitalism, beyond distraction. Let us be artists who serve not only the art—but the Spirit within us that brings about our artistry.