Dust Over Water

Today I performed, for my class, a song of mine called Dust Over Water. It wasn't my best performance, but still a powerful one for me. It's a song in memory of my Grandmother who passed away last summer and my mother who passed away when I was 5. Dust over water refers to the spreading of ashes over the ocean. Before I started playing, the class was rowdy and cheering on my performance to be. I hate, but love at the same time, being pressured into performing. I told the class the meaning behind the song and performed it. I was struggling to get through the song. I don't know why, maybe it was an off day, however, I finished it and opened my eyes to the class, which was dead silent and just staring at me. I didn't know what that meant. There wasn't a sudden rush to applause or a "wow" from the audience. Instead, just medium faces staring at me or down into their palms. I'm going to interpret this experience as a good one and assume my classmates were in a state of musical trance, which caused them to immediately reflect to themselves at the sound of silence when the song finished. It reminded me of when I did spread those ashes many years ago. Everyone silent, patient and breathing in their calmest state.