This is a re-visitation of a little piece I composed when I was a child. The theme, such that it is, is very simple, as is the obvious chord progression. But my mother was very fond of this piece. I played a variation of it when her mother – my ‘Oma’ passed on, at Oma’s funeral. My mother once requested that this piece be played at hers as well. That did not happen for a variety of reasons and although I am not one to deny a living request, let along a dying one if I can help it, I am certain, it was for the best, and that my mother now understands, as she surely understands more at this space in time than I can comprehend. So – this is yet another reworking of Psalm 65 – a remnant of my first, younger years attempt to work through the Psalms. For Klara, my mother, now in perpetual light.