For Michael Daddino, who lives and works in New York, the tragedy will always be encapsulated by the music he was listening to:

MORTON FELDMAN – “Why Patterns?”

I've been falling asleep to it for the last few weeks. It's near-random tinkles of glockenspiel, piano and flute. You keep expecting the tinkles to fall into the void, it's so slow and lovely.

At first I thought: this is music for falling snow. Now I will think: this is music for falling ash.