For: String Quartet (2 violins, viola, cello)
This is a sort of memento mori, written during the still-growing wave of Covid. My original intention was to write a sort of memorial piece for those who had been taken by this disease. But I expanded it to take note of all the dead everywhere: all who had once lived but are no more. The only thing stranger than death may be life itself. There is a time in life when we experience the world as ourselves. We think what we think, see what we see, and experience a panoply of emotions. At death, that all ends. But we still live in a more indirect way in the thoughts and memories of those who knew us. But in time they pass, and perhaps we still appear in family histories with an even dimmer glow. And at some point that’s gone as well. But all of us, present and past, are likely to have some recollection of a time we were most alive. We think of that as then.
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This piece ia also presented in binaural form. Binaural may give you an enhanced sense of space, but it may not. We’re still in early days. The binaural presented here was generated from a Dolby Atmos mix.
Complete piece
Binaural