by John Riley
Sometimes it's fun to pretend it's the 18th century.
Here is a link in case anyone isn't familiar with this little adagio.
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It doesn't seem all that particularly archaic to me.
Fine tone and resonance.
I can hear a would-be Romeo whispering these words to a lady with success.
Thanks, guys. Glad you like it. I don't think it's worthy of Bach but what is?
It has a sensuality that makes me smile.
Bach is always a good place to look.*
Fine image without the Bach. *
For me this is perfect in its smallness. **
"the passion warming inside this sound / is love"
This is absolutely excellent. It reminds me of Exile, by Hart Crane:
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, —
No, — nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,
And with the day, distance again expands
Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.
Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.
A dove’s wings clung about my heart each night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
Thank Ian for the support and for the Crane quote. It's been years. I need to face him again. He can be a challenge.