Here I perform my song on an antique foot-pedal-air-pump organ. Plants emerging from the earth in spring, flowers in summer, seeds in autumn, the flow of purpose and harmony in nature seems merely obvious to humans. Yet, having missed the point completely, they perish, as it were, an annulled contract and face all grim inevitability they hoped to escape. Ceasing to exist is going to be harder than they think. Energy is erased by energy. The digital art was derived from a series of macros I took of a bouquet of roses in 2002.