This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century's Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory's, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander …
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Talking About Performance Anxiety
Having started the cello much later to most other musicians, I found myself battling the fear of performing at the same time as facing an insecure self-image that often comes with being a 12 year old. I believe this made the issue far greater than it would've been, had I been performing at an earlier …
REVIVAL
Etched emotion opened A basic can opener some tainted past Revealed, oppressed depressed Stark compression released, deceased Speaking to break the silence, altered Alive not alone Far from the floor But escaping the lifeless lies through a stiffening door
Glass Half Gone
The World demands your deliberate artifice But right in the now and hear You're Walking alone, along a lonely Love burnt grey and dust of stars Streaming ankle level and below Beneath and between your fears own me Dawn cracking down on a darkened day Alive about a sunbeam, once in May Living a lie, …
Why Is Silence So Loud In Music?
I have always hated the sound of nothing. I grind my teeth in silences and put music on as soon as I am by myself. I am scared about what might happen if I am left alone with myself. Inside my mind, what might be waiting for me? I think I'd rather avoid it than …
Why Elgar?
For many years now Edward Elgar has been the main inspiration for my music making and growing passion of music. For those who aren't familiar with Elgar's life story, he was the son of of a piano tuner and lived in Worcester for his early years. He has become the definition of English music and …
Music, Philosophy and Jeanette Winterson
For Christamas this year, I bought Jeanette Winterson's semi-autobiography, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, for my pianist friend, Jasmin. I thought I would interest Jasmin because of Jeanette's inspirational story and her connections with Oxford, (Jasmin is awaiting a response from her Hartford interview!) and so it did. So much so in fact that …
Finding Home
If the home was just a memory that you touched once upon a dream And even the stars' brightness faded the closer to them you passed Where could you lay the foundations of your heart? If yet you received the greatest riches and witnessed the sweetest music If you could part the waves and conjure …
Does Art Have To Be Understood?
I often wander cautiously around art galleries, often in the shadow of sincere tourists with their hands behind their back, face poised in a wonderfully intellectual and pensive expression. I feel inclined to understand the vast collections before me as they seemingly are, and marvel at the sense of x throughout the complexity of y. …
Waiting For Love- Poems for presents
I didn't mind But Waiting for love Was like waiting for a dream to come To fly by and take me to a world afar Where love was the waterfall and I was the reflection I was shown the life from my dreams in the river A life where the moon kissed the stars And …
Hattie Butterworth 