This is a song that I wrote after my mother died. After we'd been all at the death bed. My father was there too. In the last minutes he said more to her, almost than in all their life together. You'll be at New Rowland Monday night and I'll come up for you and you'll be glad when I walk in the door. Isn't that right? His head was bent down to her propped-up head. She could not hear but we were overjoyed. He called her good and girl. Then she was dead. The searching for a pulse beat was abandoned and we all knew one thing by being there. The space we stood around had been emptied into us to keep. It penetrated clearances that suddenly stood open. High cries were felt and a pure change happened. I was thinking of when a tree has caught down for a moment as if the air has shaken. There's a new space in the world and emptiness. That clearances that stood open when the spirit goes. That's what I was thinking of. I think it's very important that for the survivors that they are there when that clearance happens when they tree falls and when they moment of change is registered in them. It's very simple. It's very mysterious. Nothing like it ever happens anywhere else.