Untitled - June 17, 2002 In a slow motion picture of black and white I watched the world gradually turn in time to the silent beats of music only heard by those closest to the group of dancers. In a universal song for peace, a measure was sought and found in the minutes that passed by so gradually. The voice of a song sung so long ago, yet never losing a moments meaning even twenty years after he first sang. In clear unison the movements slowed to an end.