In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Can music save our mortal soul?