It's late, and I'm listening after his death... everything is still, cats & children sleeping...quiet, apart from the rattle of the temperamental freezer...I sip hemp tea, finish some white toast, put down the book & listen... Beautiful tonal waves, washing the beached silence...I could stand in this kitchen, staring into the dark lightening, hearing the birth of the new morning in these sounds... There's a new morning & another journey for us all...Let this take your hand, lead the first step.. orlandolovekill