I studied composition privately withMalcolm Williamson between 1959 and 1964in London. Our sessions were sporadic,but, over such an extended time,profoundly significant for me. His gifts wereexceptional both as a musician andcommunicator. I not only had greatadmiration for Malcolm as a musician, butalso much affection for his larger thanlife personality.This piece opens with a brief echo ofMalcolm's characteristic extrovertexhuberance before taking on a more personalresponse to his loss.