Hello! I am sorry it took me so much longer than the others to post my entry. But, I suppose I treat the craft of words the way Annah treats singing, or Chelries her dancing.
I love music, just as my two sisters do. Chelries might say that I place too much attention on music that has distinct or intelligent words, but I cannot help this. Words are the way my heart understands the world, and how I am understood by others. I am lucky many of the musicians and singers of Earth seemed to feel the same way.
Annah and Chelries would tell you that I love the human singer Tori Amos, and they would be right. Listening to her, I wonder if, like me, she grew up keeping a side of herself secret, fitting in where she could. I know I have. Even the language of the lyrics here is a kind of code–but sometimes words are a mystery. Tori’s words, like her music and–dare I say, herself–are beautiful.
In the time after Annah left us, and before she returned, we all got to know young Erys, the seed-maiden whose Shaping-Talent is painting. One night, Holder played us this song, about a painter from Old Earth named Vincent van Gogh. Gorgeous lyrics, and music to mirror it.
Like Annah, I am fond of the Earth singer Sarah McLachlan. Although I am probably more partial to Tori Amos, I do love Sarah’s music and the skill she had with words.
In the account of the Cycle that brought the Battle of Holdfast written in Annah’s third book; the Cycle when she went to her rest–there is not much said of my reaction to her passing. That is less Annah’s fault than my own. I was not sure how much I had lost until I already had. I think of what she has told me–that one day, I will lead our Circle in her place. I hope I am more ready for that, in time, than I was, more than a cycle ago.
For the last song in my entry, I want to offer a song sung by a male voice–both so you will not think that I cannot hear truth sung by someone with a bloomstalk rather than a blossom–and because truth is its own justification.