A sudden outpouring with no resolution!
Paul Cantrell, piano
(2:08 / 2.9 M)
I sat down and played this once, then for some reason started it again a couple of times — perhaps trying to find a resolution that wasn’t there to be found. But I ended up using that first take after all.
It somehow reminds me of GMH:
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes its self; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
(Here’s the whole poem.)