I am stepping out on a limb.  This time it is about the song.  I have no realistic aims at professional musicianship.  I tend towards the traditions where music was a social or intimate art form practiced by amateurs who spent more time in the dirt than the conservatory.   That maybe a justification for a poorer quality than what is available, so be it,  but it seems important to share a little more than just fragments.  The song is called Good Father.

The drawings are for Rima,  Thank you for the honor.