Cover photo by Tom Hall
A while back, one of my friends introduced me to music of Eriks Esenvalds. This piece in particular is hauntingly beautiful.
Take five minutes today and drink in the these dulcet tones. It’ll be good for your mind, body, and soul. I promise.
Text adapted from the poem ‘Stars’ by Sara Teasdale (1920)
Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty red;Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.
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