The blood has stopped dripping, muscles have begun to contract involuntarily. The mind and soul have left this plane — only body remains on the Earth. Still, the flesh and bones sing, their songs spanning across chasms of forgottenness. Chips and healed fractures act as composers, stringing together the music, each note a visible event housed within the decomposing skeleton. Fungi spreads and insects crawl through the corpse, adding voices and new renditions of the classical piece. Their arrangements accentuate specific stories, their voices collectively shouting praises to the composer with careful chords and stunning dynamics. The blood has stopped dripping, muscles have begun to contract involuntarily. The mind and soul have left this plane — yet music remains on the Earth.