Resounding

The sounds of something hopeful
and something lacking have always bothered me.

The issue of how a musical piece is resolved is frightening-
especially if it follows the classical rule-
It can not be a diminished anything,
it must always be an absolute.

I rack my brain trying to remember what I learned in college,
that second year with polyphony, gregorian chants, and Feux,
I try to remember what the master Mozart learned.
How is a piece suppose to be
resolved-
finally?

When it comes to Otis, sometimes it bothers me
that the music just fades out and
has no real ending-
because it seems so arbitrary.
And other times,
depending on the song, that characteristic
is all the more fitting because it lends itself to the
understanding that
it is never finished-
that it will never end.
It can go on forever,
this music, it can play
indefinitely, resounding within your soul.

-The Whale

(The piece)