Amos lived on the Garden of the Gods Road. Whenever he could, he’d compose. He could find inspiration coming from the wind, sounds produced by electrical wires, from the tracks and wheels interactions caused by a trolley, of simply from water running down the drain. A collection of own music production grew and gave him a prominent place among living composers. He’s only worry was not having anyone to pass on his scores, traditions and the fruits of his talent. Once, TV interviewer asked him about it. “I could not find a woman who would not finish my sentences, or concur with me by stating that she knew, went to, saw it, or was familiar with, and…” “Absolutely,” interrupted the reporter ”They are all always like that,” she added.