Dighay

This is among the earliest music I have written using MIDI, during the time immediately after Zak's death. It just so happens that his burp remains my fondest memory of him, as the burp-after-formula task has been assigned to me, what with my wife's post c/s predicament. So just imagine our intimacy as I slung his head over my shoulder, gently tapping his back, until his release of that reassuring burp of digestion.

I have been trying to write lyrics for this piece, but I just cannot do it any lyrical justice. Maybe I should retain this as it is. Maybe it is best this way. - agb