A splendid hymn, probably the best I’ve heard this year.

There is an Advent tinge to it, but to me it sounds like a hymn for all seasons.

Here are some tunes played on Sweden’s most famous instrument: the nyckelharpa.

A splendid violin concerto, which featured recently at the BBC Proms.


I am a few days behind posting this, but I hope you will love the poem and the song which follows.

Sardar o fi ceea ce noi numi „serdar”? 🙂

Prefer să nu spulber misterul deocamdată, așa că nu o să trag cu ochiul în Oxford English Dictionary.

I hope I can charm my readers with a good piece of harp music.

Another recording

Do you know a musical piece about Abraham and Isaac which is more moving than Britten’s Canticle II (op. 51)? The piece was written in 1952.


A rare combination: The Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Daniel Barenboim (piano) and Placido Domingo (conductor).

În programul de astăzi de la Morton Arboretum figurează și concertul pentru vioară nr. 1 de Max Bruch.

Cei care nu pot ajunge acolo se pot consola cu această înregistrare.


For the seekers of solitude.

Music for a joyous morning.

And a couple of pictures I took today, on my way to the Wade Center.



For turbulent days.

A little jollity on this blog would not hurt, don’t you think?

I cannot get enough of this lament.

Here’s the full Requiem.

A very moving piece from Polish composer Zbigniew Preisner.

A poem by C.S. Lewis set to music by Paul Mealor.

Because at times the lyrics are hard to understand, I publish here the text of the poem, hoping that no breach of copyright is committed.


Love’s as Warm as Tears

Love’s as warm as tears, Love is tears:
Pressure within the brain,
Tension at the throat,
Deluge, weeks of rain,
Haystacks afloat,
Featureless seas between
Hedges, where once was green.

Love’s as fierce as fire, Love is fire:
All sorts-infernal heat
Clinkered with greed and pride,
Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,
Laughing, even when denied,
And that empyreal flame
Whence all loves came.

Love’s as fresh as spring, Love is spring:
Bird-song hung in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering ‘Dare! Dare!’
To sap, to blood,
Telling ‘Ease, safety, rest,
Are good; not best.’

Love’s as hard as nails, Love is nails:
Blunt, thick, hammered through
The medial nerves of One
Who, having made us, knew
The thing He had done,
Seeing (with all that is)
Our cross, and His.

I don’t quite get the story in this video, but the music is exquisite.

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