The Lark Ascending

I am not sure it is possible to express how much I love The Lark Ascending by Vaughn Williams, but every time I hear it I am.. transfixed, caught in it’s ebb and flow, rise and fall and soaring lyricism. From the moment of those first tantalising and lightly serene notes, I could no more abstain from hearing the entirety of it than I could abstain from breathing.

I am captured by it – drawn up, spun round in it’s flight. It is sweet capture indeed, and I frolic where it does, dip through the blades of the sun on it’s tails and catch my breath in the wake of it’s sharp glory.

Yet it soothes me too, hushes me and calms my soul. It caresses me and wraps me in a peace both dear to me by it’s knowing and unknowing.

If you are unacquainted with, do listen – I would wager that you would find yourself similarly transfixed.