We have hoisted our flagging family anthems Mum leaning against the armchair with a shawl. I Feel aggrieved that she has passed away from disease. Ultra sound hones a rusted harmonica, that I have found scat tuning my emotions, a sick note difficult to ignore. Harmonica stethoscope, buttoning, rasping , collar necklace Harmonica in the doctors pocket, the cup of the stethoscope on the chest. Swab the mouth, buds if you must in the ears, play it suddenly, poignant with regret some notes sound dead, punishing inhalations and exhalations, unable to forget. Practice meditation, so much room waiting , harmonica intervening its music. I learnt to read, every good boy deserves favours. My late grand dad pencilled in the alphabet in a couple of clefs, easy graded sonatas , etudes and triplets in minuets, preludes in the majors, minors , unstressed, stressed, in flats and sharps, written upon the staves in silhouettes. Mum said,`I require you and your dads cooperationÂ´. My influences, contrasting volume of the shock absorption. Improving my voice , the larynx are swollen, anatomy of helix. It is finished, I am upset, now technically automatic improvisation. I repeat the sounds as if ever I have played myself so seriously before.