Where Shadows Fall...
"In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall,
There’s a whisper of despair, a muffled call.
Beneath the surface, where tears are stored,
Lies a story of hearts that feel ignored.
Reach out your hand, offer solace and light,
To those who struggle through endless night,
Speak words of compassion, let empathy flow,
For even in darkness, love has a glow."
- anon.
© Richard Coffey - All Rights Reserved
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Where Shadows Fall...
That beautiful poem at the top of the page was condensed from this site: The Broken Movement Trust (credit to the author could not be found).
Like the poem, the graphic I created and the music are dark and haunting yet should leave one with a sense of hopeful positivity. The soundscape features the haunting sounds of the Glastonbury Pipe and a Contrabass Native American Flute. Recording the strange sound of the Glastonbury Pipe was inspiring by hearing the Middle Eastern Duduk heard here:
Mysterious Duduk Solo by Dmitry Soul - Live Performance
I rarely play the Glastonbury Pipe (it's hard to center a note and play in tune!) but its unique sound is heard on this other tune of mine: Mysteries at the Tor - which also lovingly explains why i have it! :-).
