Having not seen the film (yet), I am free to hear this song unencumbered and allow it to unfold for me in its own story.
As I listen, I can feel the summer winds changing to crisper, thinner air. I can hear the descent of the dying leaves as autumn tightens its beautiful yet morbid grasp. The gracefully vanishing, falling, moribund leaves, reveal spaces in the branches for us to see the ever whitening heavens. Occasionally catching glimpses of summer's farewell skies... knowing they are fickle and temporary.
Winter is here, my friends. It's physically and emotionally HERE.
This piece feels like a good cry. One that builds up in the chest and and yet trickles... sometimes in gurgling bursts from our most suppressed of emotions. We sigh for the disappearing hope filled ease of summer days as they step aside and allow the cold to close freedoms doors.
Luckily, experience tells us that this grey, unpleasant as it can be, is also temporary. We know that we dare not roll the credits now, as beautiful days are on the horizon. This rollercoaster is on its way back up before we know it!
Take this trip. Close your eyes and feel it.
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Ft. Claire Pichet's ethereal swooping vocals
Since I can't find any footage of Mr. Tierson playing this piece live - these hands will hafta do. They belong to a musician who has a YouTube channel called "Westbee"... that's all I know about him. But man is it mesmerizing to watch his hands on those ivories.