I woke up one morning at my college apartment with a vivid dream on my mind. In it, my maternal grandfather (who I never met) was singing the old standard ‘You’ll Never Know’ as he lazily played on a baby grand. Carefully balanced atop the piano were a bottle of whiskey, an empty glass, and my stunning grandmother, who’s expression said she could not care less about his crooning.
According to my mother, it wasn’t all that glamorous, but she does remember him singing to her, and she would have just that reaction.
I created this piece as a homage to them both.
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