This work was culled from a larger work of the same name for chorus and piano. The work was written in response to a commission to celebrate the opening of a new Center of the Performing Arts at the Lakeside School, Seattle, WA. Rather than written a bright, upbeat work, I thought it appropriate to remember those who were not there to celebrate. The title refers to a boyhood friend of mine who moved to Israel in his adolescence. He entered the military at age eighteen, as almost all Israeli youth do. He was one of the first paratroopers to die in the 1973 war.

The work is elegiac, somewhat melancholic, and certainly nostalgic. It combines both the harshest of sounds (perhaps a gunshot is even present in the piece), as well as a soft, retiring tune, that keeps reappearing. An episodic work, whose edges are blurred, it ends like a music box winding down, the sounds fading into oblivion. (The work has a duration of approximately ten minutes.)