I was about to move house when I wrote this piece as a token of remembrance. Some brief notes on each movement:
I. A house lies across the road, with three decorative arches; two sets of railings, each held by eighteen bars; two rectangular garages; and a pointed roof. The music as an image on the page aims to paint this house.
II. It might be a toad or it might be a frog but something with a terrific croak lives nearby the pool. Whenever I attempt to uncover this mystery, however, there is never anything to be found.
III. Our neighbour recently weeded our garden for us, saying she found the task therapeutic and would be glad to regularly assist in our horticulture. I can only marvel at such behaviour.
IV. The street might not be a main road but always cars come and go, their engines purring. Infrequently an alarm goes off, or someone honks, and if you listen very carefully you can hear a doorbell, followed by a slam.
V. Behind the pool and very much in the distance is a tall palm tree, always swaying in the wind. Perhaps it has stood for five hundred years - worn as it is, it continues to poke at the sky, undaunted, sending shadows over the surrounding houses.
VI. There are dogs next door. Thank God I'm moving.
VII. And finally: The night sky is both a beautiful and treacherous thing to behold. Under the cover of darkness, one is able to accomplish much more than during the daytime.