Bottom of the Hourglass

"Bottom of the Hourglass" watches the sand fall grain by grain-one grain like a century-through the eyes of someone who has become the wind. On the far horizon, a figure that once had a name dissolves into heat. No hand to reach, no throat to call: only witnessing. The desert wears your shape for a moment, then gently forgets. The last grain stands at the edge of time, and falls. The bottom, too, is peace. A hypnotic avant-garde jazz piece in Phrygian mode-wood bass, echoing hand pan, jazzy sitar-drifting between loss and acceptance.