On a quiet lonely vacant night when others are able to slumber without violent interruptions or dull aching remembrances, those who can’t myself included look for company in simple musical brush strokes. Something to soothe and not stir too much. Something that applies healing to an aching heart or explores a room with one eye while the rest of your body hides behind a door or seated at the top of the stairs, gazing down toward the darkened living room. Perhaps while you kneel in a closet and peel open a forgotten folded box with photographs, yearbooks or time passages.....you might listen to something like this and then try to return to the forgiveness of unconsciousness.