College is a turbulent time for most of us. Before the start of my sophomore year, my paternal grandfather passed away; March of the following year, composer and violinist Phanos Dymiotis, an adjunct at my alma mater, died in a car accident. Dymiotis was originally from the island of Cyprus, an island with turbulent politics because both Greek and Turkish governments claim it. Dymiotis's death, in close proximity to my grandfather's, got me thinking about Ancient Greece and how aspects of a culture that has been gone for two thousand years have endured through the ages. I found this sense of longevity to be a very comforting thought. "Cyprus," then, is an elegy to loss and transformation, appropriately written for and premiered at my undergraduate senior recital.