The waters wash away all that remains. Resolution and awakening. The soul must breath. The spirit lives on.
This is more in I guess you call it a book of songs, Prayer for Peace. This one is carried along by the mellotron with strings. I played this third section after I felt the bar that identifies a Prayer for Peace needed a base, something to carry it along into the spirit, not the heart or mind. So yes, I continue to write music rather than poetry and it is kind of strange. I have never gone this long away from the poem itself by moving the poem into being an instrumental. I hope whoever may hear this finds the intention realized.