A therapist told me to "let go."
I now understand what those two innocuous words mean. A shroud lifted within my mind, permitting light to slash a stria through the blackened canvas.
The music of "A Murmur Left" is the act of letting go, work I have kept hidden away for years. By letting it go, the canvas becomes lighter. Soon, I will sense a direction.
"A Murmur Left" implies the achievement of improbable simultaneous actions. In writing this, I finally understand what that can mean: