We had only met in passing before, seen and heard each other perform a little. We got together to rehearse for the first time, slightly awkward, somewhat excited. After hearing Anaïs sing and play "Once I Had a Sweetheart", the next piece she played put images in Fay's head, which turned into the words for Landscapes.
lyrics
As breath curls,
So curves the wind,
Catching echoes of the
Gulls’ cry,
An arc of wings,
A hitch of homesickness.
As hair curves,
So winds the road,
Catching mountains
In the crook of its arm,
A glance over the shoulder,
A farewell to the city.
As hands cup,
So folds the valley,
Catching the eye,
A stillness of distance,
A lullaby of encircling fingers
To the retreating home.
As the eye cradles visions,
The heart is led,
And we are becoming city and
Mountain,
History the road between,
A gap of words,
A crook of the finger,
Lifting us into legend.
My future has roots,
A spreading of limbs,
A deep draft of earth’s exhalations,
Drawn from bones, layers, compact.
Yours is yet unwritten,
A climbing, winding,
Crevasse-daring escapade,
A glory of trumpets
In high places.
What we have been, we are,
Taking the sea to new places,
Drifting into myth…
And, as the gulls cry,
My heart lifts to the scent
Of changing winds.
credits
from The Speaking Strings,
released December 24, 2015
Fay Roberts (lyrics, vocals)
Anaïs Bokanovsky (harp)
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