The last bird sang until death.

I bought cellist Zoe Keating’s album a week ago and have been listening to it somewhat obsessively. I especially like the song The Last Bird (if you have iTunes you can hear a preview of the song here).

At the beginning of the song the cello literally sounds like a bird. Several other cello voices join in (all the cello tracks are performed by Zoe). Then at the end of the song the bird/cello is singing alone again and, with all the gray November days we had last week, the song made me think so much about fall and what fall symbolizes to me – achieving brilliance right before death. Such was the thinking behind this six word story.


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