Yesterday I heard Britten’s Cello Suite no.3 in the freezing cold of St Edmunds Church in Southwold. The single cello notes sang out, above a low, plucked string, and outside the wind suddenly moved through the trees – a duet against a beat of time passing.
Ah, the soughing of the wind – I had forgotten the word. The music and the wind find one’s heart, I think, and touch the loneliness. But it is temptation from a ghost, you ache, but you can’t reach out and touch.
Thank you Sasho, it was unforgettable.
Thank you, Suffolk Diary! You’ve given another dimention to the feeling of playing that Suite other than- dear, am I going to get the next bit in tune. I hope it really does find the heart although it’s ok to be unsure of that- I myself hardly ever am…
A bientôt!