The bustle of the meadow fades as the grove of tall trees looms. Fireflies float just over the fern tops. A full moon appears through the canopy only seldom. A meditative state. That poem by de la Mare wafts through memory before it too floats over the ferns and out of mind. This is a holy place.
NB This was supposed to be the last piece of the cycle but it presented itself now, so I went with it.
@elainedimasi Feb 2022
You are really skilled at this.
What came to my mind as I listened, is that the god-heads (and even their foothills, if that metaphor mix is allowed) are supposed to be hard, impossible, or terrible for mortals to look at, and that was suggested in the timbres of the piece as part of the meditation. Golden flaming swords.
@bachelorb Feb 2022
Really nice how it builds. I read your liner notes, and can really see what you are trying to create.
The staccato notes throughout make it seem like even though the forest scene is serene, there is life moving all about.