Traditional Armenian music, duduk lead made of apricot wood, double reed, warm and mellow sound with overtone, modal, drone, slow and mournful, Geghard monastery atmosphere, stone and wood, ancient and sacred, 50 BPM, acoustic only, no electronic instruments, no synthesizer, no drum kit, no guitar, no piano, cinematic, profound and intimate

[Intro] (duduk solo, one note, long, overtone like shadow) (silence between breaths) [Part 2 — voice enters, quiet, like speech in stone monastery] Mmmmm... Mmmmm... They planted an apricot, the year my father was born. The tree grew with him, bore fruit with him, and when he left... the tree stayed. [Part 3 — duduk melody, warm, voice alongside] They cut the tree, they hollowed the wood, they carved two reeds, they made a duduk. And now the tree speaks, in the voice of the one who is gone. The wood remembers the hands, the hands remember the face, the face remembers the smile, the smile lives in the sound. [Part 4 — duduk higher, overtone brighter] I play in the monastery, the stones listen, the stones know what it is, to hold a memory, to hold it for a thousand years, and never let go. The duduk is not music. The duduk is a question, asked to the dead: do you hear me? do you hear me? do you hear me? [Part 5 — all stop, duduk one note, whisper in stone] (silence) And the dead do not answer... but the apricot does. The apricot says: I was a tree. I was a seed. I was the earth. Now I am the voice, that your father left behind. (pause — duduk breathes) Play me. And I will be him. For three minutes. For three minutes, he is here. In the wood. In the reed. In the sound. In the sound that does not end, because the tree... does not want... to let him go. [Part 6 — duduk returns, full power, warm and massive] The apricot remembers! The wood remembers! The reed remembers! Every note is his breath! Every phrase is his step! Every silence is his absence! And every absence... is filled... with the sound... of a tree... that loved him. [Outro — duduk last note, overtone fading like shadow] Mmmmm... Mmmmm... mmm... (last overtone — monastery empty, tree weeps, he is here) [Fade Out]