Bits and pieces of this music appeared in an impromptu piano duet posted here, and returning to the original source material gives another view, or listen, of this calming collection of notes, so welcome at this stage of winter. This version tells its story through the haunting sound of the cello, which is very close to the human voice. Eerily, and movingly so. It’s a good way to begin the morning, when the light is still gray, and shapes are just shapes, not quite objects yet.
As snow clings to the spokes of this Japanese umbrella tree, winter casts another spell, unwilling to lament its final days, choosing instead to remind us of what makes it so beautiful and magical. In this little forest of snow, where the hushed sound of the wind moans like nature’s version of the cello, there is a cozy nook of icy cold. The snow dips here, carved by the rush of air and the umbrels above it. A little world of wonder, existing for a song, for a moment, for the beginning of a February day.
