Waltz to a Wood Thrush

July 16, 2015: How appropriate that my probable "swan song" here at kat330 was inspired by a bird a couple of weeks ago, a talented wood thrush to be specific! From his 6-note song, I heard a waltz melody in my head and began writing lyrics to fit. It was an unexpected yet joyous journey getting into the guise of a male songbird courting a mate for this narrative. My Guild provided the simple chords and rhythm, and to that I added keyboard sounds of harpsichord, cello, pan flute and orchestra harp, even some flourishes of kantele near the end. The thrush song you hear interspersed is from a field recording at a Brown County, Indiana, forest on July 1st and an instrumental only version is here: https://soundcloud.com/kat330repost/waltz-to-a-wood-thrush This song might seem like something Maria would teach the Von Trapp children and will be too twee for many to appreciate—as my Major Melon Farmer and Swamp Guinea lyrics are 180-degrees too snarky for many—but all my pieces reflect a full rainbow of sentiments and aspects of my persona, the good, the bad and the ugly. Beyond this last upload, I'll continue creating new sets now and then while still remastering some of my older tracks to upload for downloading anew at my kat330repost site, but this account is now filled to the gills. Unless and until I remove pieces for more time, any new composition will be found at my repost, Bandcamp and Free Music Archive pages. Thank you, dear listeners and sound friends! xxxooo Written, arranged, performed and produced by Kathleen Martin (c) 2015 (Owed to a Wood Thrush) On a bough above her, Calling out I love her! Catching the ear of my May meadow queen, Clear as a bell I am heard yet unseen Cloaked in the green of this forest ravine. Will she come and follow My song from the hollow? I can see her, but she cannot see me Camouflaged up in the tree canopy Winging her way on my sweet melody. {Interlude: I sing to thee, wing to me! / Come to me, run to me! / Fly to me, hie to me!} Here I am, please reach me On this branch of beech tree! Silken as thistledown my song is sent. As true as a whistle now my testament's A sonic epistle vowing my intent! As she neared she spied me. Soon appeared beside me. Dear lady thrush see the nest that I built for us! Cozy and lush, it's the best in the forest! But there's no rush, hear the rest of my chorus: True words love together! Two birds of a feather!