Bach To The Future

Jan 15

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(This one’s for Jennifer.)

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 15, 2015, in Music, Not A Poem At All and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

    • Ben Naga | January 15, 2015 at 11:12 pm

      I learn more each time I view it, and often come to tears in meeting such brilliance. Downloaded a copy long ago lest it disappear. So glad it touched you too, Sue, and would definitely recommend exploring what it has to offer through repeated attentive listening and viewings. The word extraordinary has been so overused as to lose much of its power but this may assist you in reclaiming its meaning.

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  2. New Hampshire Garden Solutions | January 15, 2015 at 10:35 pm

    Makes me wish I had a pipe organ I could play with.

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  3. tiramit | January 16, 2015 at 10:55 am

    Great! It’s like seeing into the mind of the composer…

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  4. Thomas Davis | January 18, 2015 at 5:13 pm

    Ethel and I went to listen to Hans Christian, the cellist, last night in Fish Creek, Wisconsin. Ah, music!

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    • Ben Naga | January 18, 2015 at 6:12 pm

      Heaven on earth. I am wrapping myself up in Carnatic percussion at present and travelling to regions only drummers know until you consent to be still and follow where they lead.

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  5. the secret keeper | January 18, 2015 at 10:00 pm

    The visual effects of sound guiding us listening along our way.

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