you could take this further - into a more melodious resolution - that may not be your thing but it could work - great as it is too

Wonderful to team up with Nic Evennett again to create this work.  For more of our work as Cellar Door: 

https://soundcloud.com/cdoor   

To hear Nic's amazing solo work:

https://soundcloud.com/nicevennett

Proud to announce that this track recently played on the After Eight Show in multiple countries.

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Lyrics:

Forgotten. this morning.
it never gave fair warning.
the flowers in paper,
but I'm still water vapour.
it's okay, you tell me,
but there's nothing to quell me.
afraid of my shadow
so come again tomorrow.

Isn't it glorious?
Sincerely.
Doesn't this moment smell alive?
I saw the whole world made from petals.
I saw the reason we survive.

the clicks of deciding,
the hand that you are guiding
so dearly. So nearly
but I can't see me clearly.
I'm laying here,
you're laying here
waiting for faith to reappear.
til my lifeboat
sails from your throat.
And I hear you say...

Isn't it glorious?
Sincerely.
Doesn't this moment smell alive?
I saw the whole world made from petals.
I found the reason we survive.

Yūgen (Nic Evennett and Classical Glass as Cellar Door)

When the Sea Speaks: A Prelude

A3det Mazika (Live)

يا بختك تعرف تقعد لوحدك  .. دعسوقة

Just Breathe

Cream

The composition was inspired by the poem "Crossing the Water" by the American poet Sylvia Plath (1932-1963).

Crossing the Water

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.

Crossing the Water

Inspired by the final lines from the poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."



Intimations: A Prelude

Aisling is Irish Gaelic word meaning dream, vision, apparition

Aisling

Halcyon 2

Mighty Bombs Will Fall

This composition was inspired by a reading of the poem, "The Swan" by Mary Oliver.

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

So Says the Swan

Images by the artist Lee Maelzer www.leemaelzer.com 
 I have started a Merriman's Ghost page on Instagram, and would welcome your support. The album will be available from 8th of April. Thank you.

Thank you,

Stephen Boyd Merriman

Mighty Bombs Will Fall

Merriman´s Ghost

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