Why does the piano seem to play endlessly at the beginning of life, yet fall silent when death arrives?
In this haunting spoken-word poem, Sam Tumblin reflects on the strange relationship between life and death—the music we hear while we’re here, the silence that follows, and the fragile space between the two.
Life and death may seem like opposites, but perhaps they are simply different movements in the same song.
🎙️ Listen. Feel. Reflect. And ask yourself: what song are you playing while you’re still here?
