Erie serenade
Apr. 19th, 2004 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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lowfatmuffin—about meditating to music outside in the darkness—stirred up one of my favourite musical experiences.
It goes back a few years, before I was married I think, so we're talking 15 years. I was visiting my parents, but they had gone to bed. I took my portable CD player out on the patio and sat in a lounge chair listening to Vaughan Williams' Serenade to Music. It was a warm, windy August night, sultry in a way that is peculiar to the Lake Erie shore in summer, with waves crashing on the beach below. A full moon trailed a restless silver highway across the water.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Becomes the touches of sweet harmony.
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold....
I let myself be washed away in Shakespeare's words, the lush music, and that torrid, shimmering night.
lowfatmuffin—about meditating to music outside in the darkness—stirred up one of my favourite musical experiences.It goes back a few years, before I was married I think, so we're talking 15 years. I was visiting my parents, but they had gone to bed. I took my portable CD player out on the patio and sat in a lounge chair listening to Vaughan Williams' Serenade to Music. It was a warm, windy August night, sultry in a way that is peculiar to the Lake Erie shore in summer, with waves crashing on the beach below. A full moon trailed a restless silver highway across the water.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Becomes the touches of sweet harmony.
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold....
I let myself be washed away in Shakespeare's words, the lush music, and that torrid, shimmering night.
