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    One of my favourites from Sonia Slany's works.
    Land Of No Return : Sonia Slany & Paul Clarvis

    Sonia Slany (died on 14 Jan 2021) : Sonia Slany was born in Australia. She studied at the Royal Northern College of Music. She worked as a session musician, performer, producer, and composer. Sonia worked as session violinist for Isobel Griffiths for nearly two decades, contributing to her film soundtrack work and recordings. In addition to violin, Sonia played the monochord and featured on “Lord of the Rings,” “Hunger Games,” and “Skyfall.” She wrote and arranged for bands such as The Cranberries, Mark Knopfler, Teenage Fanclub, The SuperFurry Animals, Boy George, and Bjork with tracks recorded by her group Electra Strings. Together with husband Paul Clarvis, she recorded acoustic music of all genres at the label Village Life. She believed in the healing power of music. She battled cancer but sadly lost her fight on 14 Jan 2021. RIP
    https://serious.org.uk/news/2021/sonia-slany

    The Silence of Love : Yong-Un Han (Buddhist reformer and poet: 29/08/1879 - 29/06/1944)
    translated by Alex Rose
    My love has gone.
    My sweet love has gone.
    Torn away from me and gone,
    down the short path that formed,
    towards the severed mountain light and maple grove.
    Promises of old, once as firm and as bright as the Golden Flower,
    turn into dust, floating away in a single breath.
    The piercing memories of that first kiss, which spun the threads of my fate,
    retreat then evanesce.
    I was blinded by your beauty, deafened by your sweet voice.
    Love is a man’s affair.
    Despite the careful eye we kept and fear we held for parting when we first met,
    my heart tore afresh with grief at such a sudden farewell.
    Yet, I know that making farewell the source of all these futile tears will only crush love itself.
    So I take these uncontrollable forces of sorrow and baptize myself in new hope.
    Just as we dread parting when we meet, we believe that we’ll meet again when we part.
    Oh, my love has gone. But, I didn't send her away.
    The song of love, overcome by its own melody, wraps itself around the silence of love.


 
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