My mom had written a poem “Music for the Dying” which is based on what happened before my grandfather and grandmother (my mother’s parents) passed away, how they heard the “music of the spheres”. This made me start thinking a lot about sound, frequencies and how one relates to sound in this world. It’s something that is mostly taken for granted, as a given in life. For me though I lost much of my hearing in my thirties and even with all the high tech gadgetry it is not the same—especially music and the ability to hear in noise. And I hear a constant high pitch, tinnitus, which is very annoying. This piece is my first exploration into “sound”. I’ve been kind of hoping when we die we just move to a different frequency……a beautiful one filled with harmony.