Memory

Rich, resonant bass harmonies surround dreamy spoken word in this acapella piece, Ethereal violin phrases drift in and out over faint ambient wind textures, enhancing the intimate, airy atmosphere, Midway, french horn and violin trade call-and-response lines, deepening the musical interplay

I carried the photograph until the paper frayed and the colors dissolved into dust. (Photograph frayed, colors dissolved) (Colors dissolved) (Dissolved) I spoke your story to strangers until the words no longer sounded like mine. (Story to strangers, words unmoored) (Words unmoored) (Unmoored) I walked the streets of our youth searching for places that had already vanished. (Streets of youth, places vanished) (Places vanished) (Vanished) I dreamed of your voice but woke to silence deeper than the dream. (Voice turned silence, dream undone) (Dream undone) (Undone) I reached for your name but it slipped away like water through my hands. (Name slipped away, water gone) (Water gone) (Gone)

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