Bells? The memory of bells? A fanciful description of the memory of bells?
Maybe not bells at all.
Bells? The memory of bells? A fanciful description of the memory of bells?
Maybe not bells at all.
This one’s for all you Gregorians out there, celebrating the new year:
A mysterious song, still unformed and incorporeal, full of potential!
Cold, thin air. Winter light. A solitary high place.
“Niobrara” is “ararboin” spelled backwards. Does this mean that, if you play this music backwards, Ararboin is the piece you’ll get? I’m not sure. Try it and find out.