Instrumental...but the words or vocals aren't important. The music, the notes, the way they collide, and help each other, while making beautiful, if not discordant melodies, are the lyrics...and the way each note represents a strand of time...our ultimate enemy. My time is full of family and friends long gone, and the ones who i will someday say goodbye to, if they don't say it to me first...hence the rift between life and death. Was i somewhere before? Will i return or move on to another somewhere when i go from here? Am i dust?
The notes are my tribute to my friend and brother Mark ( Gus ) McCleary, who is currently,
" making cancer his bitch! " ...
however, the piece at the end is for my Dad.