6. Water Through Fingers [7:21]

You had her in your hands...and she escaped. How? When? Where was I looking? How did that happen?

This one is a really dense piece. It starts amiably enough but then moves abruptly into a downward, winding darkness from which there appears to be no escape or respite, in a fair reflection of the way a love affair that just disappears might just turn from one thing into another. Or into nothng.

Acceptance Mark