Shall We?

08 Mar, 2026

MUSIC Information:

• Open Letters Notebook
• C Major/ A Minor
• 36 Measures
• Cello and Piano
• 3:32 Min
• 3 Pages

I am convince that, the real difference between a joyful and a tragic life is, whether I die before or after the faithful pest embarks on a prayer for my soul.

I'D ASK AGAIN

People live and die all the time, it is the reason that forces me, in a way, to think about the need to claim the understanding over the essence of both: Being alive and being death. But, to whom I shall make the claim, since I know, all the elaborate narratives around mortality are constructed by our own fears, because accepting death as the end, is too inconvenient for our own fragile egos?, So I'd ask again: To whom shall I make the claim?

Pondering on the meaning of life and death, is something I do regularly, but not obsessively. Death, after all, is the ultimate mystery no one has solved or be able to stop. Life is all the same, a mystery no one has solved or be able to stop. Except death, is a kind of guest no one invited, and yet, everyone must entertain.

THE FINAL FUCK YOU

It's the great unknown, the final fuck you, together with the ultimate relief — all rolled into one. And that is a mystery worth pondering, given that I am walking on a fragile line since the day I was born. This line could dissipate without any kind of warning at any given time.

If I am brutally honest, the final act is the most reliable truth in a world full of half-truths and polite deceits. As strange as it may seemed, death is a comfort we dare not to admit openly. I shall attempt to unravel the irony of why is both: Terrifying and some other times reassuring, not with words of course, but with music. That is why, my latest composition is inspired by the sentiment of living, as if I am permanent, while knowing I am inescapably temporary.

PART OF ONE WHOLE

The piece explores a balance between presence and absence, beginnings and inevitable ends. If you are listening to this piece, I'd invite you to think of the beauty and sadness that define our existence. It doesn't matter who you are, we are not different. Living fully, while knowing that our life would end is noteworthy, and maybe, just maybe, you'd find solace in my composition.

What a tragedy death really is, and yet, quite cleverly, it’s also the solution to all our problems! We aspire to find, with precision, its meaning, its essence, and the reasons why. In the surface, life and death appear to be in opposite ends of one another. But perhaps, they're part of one whole.

WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

Whether we go forward into life or backward into death, we may still be part of one grand, unbroken rhythm. I know I'm missing the point, because is not about trying to make sense of it, it's perhaps about being in the present. Still, I have to bear in mind that death does not negotiate. It never settles for less than the full amount.

But let us not be cynical about it, when all is said and done, the comfort of death is distant and indifferent. This nothingness is indeed, disappointing. Perhaps that is the reason why we are prompt to organize elaborate, flashy expensive funerals, not to mention the flowery speeches design to conceal and at the same time show to the world, our deepest fears, as we are not capable of managing the undeniable void we feel, while experiencing grief.

A FINAL THOUGHT

Speaking of flowery speeches, all that pseudo-philosophical masturbation about "legacy" and "impact" we allow ourselves to say in eulogies in favor of the departed, when they can no longer agreed or contradict our self-serving rigid interpretations, is in my opinion, a morbid fascination. Mainly because, indeed, all the sinners and the saints once passed, knew someone to vouch for their good behavior in equal quantities. “Don't we know that the corpses of saints and sinners decompose equally?”

It's my wish that when you listen to this piece, know that to fear death is to be human, there's no shame on that, and to find comfort in it is, perhaps, being wise. As for my part, when I play this composition, I would know that living fully while ignoring death, is yet, another choice I could embrace. As a final thought and all things consider, I am convince that, the real difference between a joyful and a tragic life is, whether I die before or after the faithful pest embarks on a prayer for my soul.