Classicalities

The Rain Was Ending, And Light 
(by Laurence Binyon)

The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child's eyes.

Pale after fever, a captive
Apart from his schoolfellows,
He stood at the high room's window
With face to the pane pressed close,

And beheld an immense glory
Flooding with fire the drops
Spilled on miraculous leaves
Of the fresh green lime-tree tops.

Washed gravel glittered red
To a wall, and beyond it nine
Tall limes in the old inn yard
Rose over the tall inn sign.

And voices arose from beneath
Of boys from school set free,
Racing and chasing each other
With laughter and games and glee.

To the boy at the high room-window,
Gazing alone and apart,
There came a wish without reason,
A thought that shone through his heart.

I'll choose this moment and keep it,
He said to himself, for a vow,
To remember for ever and ever
As if it were always now.

The Rain Was Ending, And Light

Moonrise 
(by D. H. Lawrence)

AND who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

---

This piece started with the painting "Moonrise" I did something like a year ago. One day I read that Dave Greening is using pictures as source for inspiration for his wonderful improvisations. I wanted to that too, and this picture was hanging on the wall in front of me. I liked what I was playing as it had a soothing and relaxing effect on me to play this. Finally I recorded this improvisation for a good friend as a little gift. Afterwards I googled "moonrise and poem" and found that beautiful poem by D.H. Lawrence which by accident seems to be a perfect fit. 

Finally today I thought "maybe a few others might also like this, even though it is very quiet" ... and decided to share it. If you find it too quiet it might serve as a lullaby ;-)    



Moonrise

Listen to this achingly beautiful poem of S.D. Clifford, recited by himself, accompanied on the piano. 
I am sure this poem will speak to many artists here on SoundCloud. 

Poem & Recitation: S.D. Clifford
Piano: cis minor  

Find more about S.D. Clifford on his webpage: http://sdclifford.com/

Classicalities

imaxximillian