Please Call the Office

This is a fictional voicemail, turned into a song.

"There's nothing urgent, but please don't wait." The message begins with laundry, a microwave light, and a grocery list before the ordinary instructions open into the harder truth: some calls are frightening because the person who used to take them is no longer there to hear this one.

Sparse upright piano, a close and restrained vocal, and a thin late cello leave the answer just out of frame. Listen when you need a small, unresolved song about hearing difficult news alone.