I'm lost for words for once. This is just outstanding in every aspect. Vocally sublime and wonderful arranging. Fabulous playing and orchestration. Bravo all involved.

Superb collaboration and a most eloquent realization of Bronte's poetry. Kudos to all.

Wow, this was pure bliss. What an extraordinary exquisite collaboration. Thank you!

Beautiful collaboration, Ad, Oddrun and Torbjorn.

How wonderfully conceived these footsteps

A wonderful piece. Very beautiful voice and melody !

Oddrun Eikli: Vocal and vocal composition:
Torbjørn Vagle @tobbenv: Instrumental composition, guitarharp, piano, el.piano, synth and bass
Ad Van Nederpelt @ad-van-nederpelt; Orchestral composition, strings, mix and mastering,
Photo Oddrun Eikli
Coverlayout: Vetle Vagle
Poem Emily Jane Brontë.
Thank you so much Torbjørn and Ad, thank you from my heart.
This music was written and finished before the outbreak of war in Europe. We feel deeply for the people who are suffering in the war.
Despite the cruelty of the war, we share this music today, 
....."let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream ".....
This poem by Emily Jane Brontë takes us out into nature, where we can for a moment, move away from the painful and brutal world.
The poem focuses on the healing ability of nature.

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream -
Emily Jane Brontë

How Still. Torbjørn Vagle. Ad Van Nederpelt. Oddrun Eikli.

Actually I am a piano-musician by profession, but I discovered the huge possibilities of music designing with a computer.  I like to compose in very different styles like classical, pop, filmmusic, hardrock, synth rock, jazz, tango, etc. I hope you'll enjoy it and I do appreciate practical, and especially serious criticism as well.
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