When I was 13 my father took us to a pentecostal church. All the musicians would play, the congregation would sing, and right before the sermon, the last chord of the last chorus would sustain for what seemed like a glimpse into eternity.
More than simply sustaining, though, the intensity of that chord just kept growing in volume and beauty, reaching an apex of voices and instruments. Finally all of the music would subside, leaving a very palpable sense of peacefulness that hung about the sanctuary. I was so taken by this.
This piece is my attempt at recreating that energy in the studio, that blissful arc. I hope you enjoy.