Travelling these last few days, I can’t stop my brain whirring – of music I am writing, this album I am making, the concert I am playing, and a whole life I am living. Forever restlessly double thinking the next step. Even the birds i can hear all around me, singing obliviously, only crowd out the noise for a second. And yet, despite myself, small moments of tranquility, and of stillness, like this one, give me pause to remember this poem by Leo Marks – The Life That I Have – and this piece of music – Time Remembered – by Bill Evans.