I do feel though that there are quite a number of improvs which I've posted over the years here, that I could actually truly turn into compositions, and I am pleased at this fact.
I hear echoes of "And, Oh. . ."
Well, there are some, like the one I cited above, that don't need to be edited into compositions. They are already perfect.
One think unique in your world is the element of newness and space, as if you are walking into a white room with nothing in it and breathing through the space while furnishing it. I don't know if that will even make a bit of sense...
Hearing this prelude, I think there is only one you among billions of people, and that one you can be heard in a single chord you strike.