We are all a part of this elaborate game of life, death, and rebirth, often unconscious of our role in the boundless ritual of existence. This song will always occupy a singular place in my heart, because it was the lullaby to which my brother and sister and I were sung to sleep every night as children. Written by my grandmother, Ray M. Cook, and sung to us by my father, it is a simple melody with gentle lyrics. In tribute to my grandmother, I chose to arrange this song for Crosscurrent in a simple fashion consistent with that of a lullaby. After Carl states the melody sweetly on bansuri, the ensemble plays a brief collective improvisation on the melody.
Stars fall at the coda.