Grieving where memories dance through a deeply darkly percussive piano reverberating dreamily, agonizingly repetitious . . . hanging on the edge with anticipation . . to move on . . drift away . . the skies must be dark where these strings pose a dirge . . . and something deep in the shadows of the clouds trembles . . thunder . . This music is quite appealing in its silence . . . and nearly imperceptible sounds at times . . it is modest and dark . . a little shadowy with low brasses and basses and slow pianos . . . with trembling strings . . . It says goodbye to me . . . peacefully . . with twilight dreams . . . nearly motionless . . beautiful with provocative interest and a sense of hope in the end . .