Inspired by the poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Music by Roderik de Man
Video by Marcel Wierckx
For more info see lownorth.nl/marcel/works/music_when.html
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