an impellent… the funerial hum—skin prickling—plumbed, prodded by pluckingthe deepest heart strings close to the gut as the pulsing core stretches and strains—minor key—a question, like a breeze breathed upon a branch, and an answer a dialogue scoredtime and time again—lingering doubt—questions kept quietfor unspoken answersand wonder the heart is priedat the drawing of strings—a … More the questioning of things: a reflection on Adagio in G Minor