It's hard to talk about death with my 3year old son. He see me crying after McCoy Tyner died. “Why're you crying?” “'cause he's gone.” "Gone??" “Yes. But a part of him's still here" (touching my heart) "in everyone he touched.”  Later in bed my kid points at my heart, “There're tiny pieces of McCoy Tyner inside you". I realize he's imagining physical pieces! Ok! Start over. This song was an attempt to speak to what I know to be true and nothing else. That if I REALLY confront my mortality, a life of kindness is my deepest goal.