Superb harmonies and resonances 🤩 - I also really like the way you play, you remind me of a blacksmith making his sounds 😊 - it's beautiful!!! - Thank you, bravo and be well - We need people like you who create beauty and speak to the intelligence of our "hearts".
I saw you play this beautiful composition back in November 2017 at the Wigmore Hall. I think it was your encore for the Julian Bream Trust concert. Loved it then and listening to it now on RUclips took me right back to that magical event. Thank you! Hopefully see you live again soon!
Spellbinding. .................................... The Cap and Bells By William Butler Yeats The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill. It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It had grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall; But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night-gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down. He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering garment It sang to her through the door. It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming Of a flutter of flower-like hair; But she took up her fan from the table And waved it off on the air. 'I have cap and bells,’ he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die’; And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by. She laid them upon her bosom, Under a cloud of her hair, And her red lips sang them a love-song Till stars grew out of the air. She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came through, To her right hand came the red one, To her left hand came the blue. They set up a noise like crickets, A chattering wise and sweet, And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet of love in her feet.
Most beautiful and mysterious composition I have ever heard.❤👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
One of the best classical guitar pieces ever written and performed.
Superb harmonies and resonances 🤩 - I also really like the way you play, you remind me of a blacksmith making his sounds 😊 - it's beautiful!!! - Thank you, bravo and be well - We need people like you who create beauty and speak to the intelligence of our "hearts".
The classical repetoire connects us to our past, and pieces like this connect us to our present, and perhaps our soul. Beautiful.
Wow! Just awesome use of guitar and vocal. Totally sold 🙏
Wonderful.😀
What a gifted artist. What a beautiful piece of music and an incredible performance.
A lovely way to spend 5:14! At first I thought something was wrong, but then I realized you were humming. Brilliant!
I am overwhelmed!!! Great composition and most wonderful performance... I love every note!
heard you play this live at hay bookshop recital earlier this year. shut your eyes and it takes you into a different mind space. magical.
Amazing composition. The video is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Thanks for sharing.
This sets off more music in my head when it's over...wow ...thank you Miss Laura....
I saw you play this beautiful composition back in November 2017 at the Wigmore Hall. I think it was your encore for the Julian Bream Trust concert. Loved it then and listening to it now on RUclips took me right back to that magical event. Thank you! Hopefully see you live again soon!
What a joy.
Превосходно!
Really really great!
Beautiful and fascinating piece and playing/voice. So meditative.
Absolutamente hermoso, gracias.
I was soooo disappointed when it ended. It was a most amazing piece played extraordinarily beautifully... 💐💐💐😘😘❤️❤️👍
Awesome composition .. loved the voice & guitar, beautiful!
This piece is so impressive !
Genial Maestra.
Bravo!
Bravo!! 💖😊👍🎶🎸🎶😊
Muito bom
Aqui do Brazil
Reminds me of streets of whiterun by jeremy soule
Spellbinding.
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The Cap and Bells
By William Butler Yeats
The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night-gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.
He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
'I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die’;
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
WOW, Brilliant ..........! Those who voted "Thumbs Down" , would love to hear YOU play. hahaha
Originally titled “Anpao”