Name: Sky's Mirror for mezzo and cello
Channel: Pamela J. Marshall, Henry David Thoreau
Description: Text from Henry Thoreau's Walden, extolling the glassy purity of the surface of the pond, wondering if it is still as pure as it seems. Recorded in 1993 by D'Anna Fortunato and Emmanuel Feldman.

Sky's Mirror for mezzo and cello

Pamela J. Marshall

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Text from Henry Thoreau's Walden, extolling the glassy purity of the surface of the pond, wondering if it is still as pure as it seems. Recorded in 1993 by D'Anna Fortunato and Emmanuel Feldman.

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Pamela J. Marshall

Nature-inspired, classically-based chamber music, choral pieces, and synthesized ambient tracks, -- quirky rhythms, spicy harmonies, catchy melodic bits

I compose music for chamber groups, orchestra, synthesizers, and off-beat instruments like mandolin ensemble. You'll hear beautiful sounds, dissonant harmonies, quirky rhythms. I'm inspired by nature, poetry, and any old sound - pots and pans, crystal glasses, wind and water, and especially birds. Influences include Bartok and Messiaen, sometimes a little bit of jazz and improvisation.

Song Info

Genre

Classical • Contemporary

Charts

Peak #65

Peak in subgenre #22

Author

Pamela J. Marshall, Henry David Thoreau

Rights

Pamela J. Marshall

Uploaded

November 04, 2009

Track Files

MP3

MP3 9.2 MB • 128 kbps • 10:02

Story behind the song

Sky's Mirror is a track on the CD Noises Sounds and Strange Airs (Clique Track label).

Lyrics

Text for Sky's Mirror adapted from Walden by Henry David Thoreau

    (H)oh, ah. Mirror, ah.
    Smooth mirror, ah. Smooth water, mirror. Perfect mirror. Ah, so smooth.
    Undefiled. Ah, so fair. Sky water. Ah, Walden. So it seems.

    Fair, smooth, pure. Seems fair, seems pure.
    Human will not defile this lake, Walden.

    Nothing so fair, nothing so pure, yet so large, lives on the earth.
    Living on the earth. Live, live on earth. (Sky water)

    Mirror that no stone can crack. Breezes, ripples, smooth again.

    Flash of light, the surface sparkles. Ev'ry sound how sweet the echo. Sweet echo, echo. Lake.

    Of sun and wind, and rain. Innocence. Health. Summer and winter. Cheer.
    Morning air heals. Nature is our healer. We grieve, Nature grieves too.

    Sun fade, sun fade, wind sigh, sigh.
    Clouds rain, tears rain, tears. Just cause? Who grieves? who?
    Woods shed leaves. They mourn in midsummer, midsummer.
    Shed leaves, mourn, shed tears.
    Clouds rain, rain tears. I am crying. Nature cries, fading, sighing.
    Who grieves? Who can defile, so fair, pure, defiled.

    Delicious evening beside the lake, cloudy and windy, but serene.
    Rippled, but not ruffled. Sky's mirror.
    I hear bells, evening thrushes. Bullfrogs troonk, troonk.
    Whip-poor-will echoes, oh, echoes in the night.
    Fair smooth lake. I hear bells, I hear echo, magic bells.

    Voice of the woods, notes sung by a nymph.
    Notes that the air has strained and echoed, echoed by the shore.
    Perfect mirror, undefiled.

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