Circle of musical life
May 23, 2022
2 minutes
Claire Jackson
The sound of gravel crunching underfoot split the silence. Dandelion heads were still tightly clenched, ensconced in dewy leaves. The sky was waking, edged in pink and orange. As we entered the cemetery the air was filled with bird calls and cries. A blackbird sung from a blossom-clad branch; a robin issued a warning as we edged towards his tree. The large, Akira Nishimura’s and Haydn’s ‘Sunrise’ .
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