Bags of Bran

Expressing Difficult Ideas in Music
August 21, 2015, 9:27 pm
Filed under: Biography

This really is sublime.

The sorrow. The anguish. The lamentation. That bell, tolling, tolling; betokening the finality of things.

Then the music subsides from its melodic wailing to a blanket of strings, bowed in mourning, paying their last respects, gray-cloaked.

Then silence.

But not silence: No! you can hear the last fading of the bell, one last time. A final time, beyond the music.

A note of hope.


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