Recorded on 06/25/2014, uploaded on 11/13/2014
Musician's or Publisher's Notes
Winter Light on two poems by Amy Lowell, Falling Snow and Opal
Falling Snow
The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.
Opal
You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.
Courtesy of International Music Foundation.
Classical Music | Choral Music
Michael Gandolfi
Winter Light Play
Recorded on 06/25/2014, uploaded on 11/13/2014
Musician's or Publisher's Notes
Winter Light on two poems by Amy Lowell, Falling Snow and Opal
Falling Snow
The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.
Opal
You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.
Classical Music for the Internet Era™
Courtesy of International Music Foundation.