"Music emanated from the darkness at the far end of the room. It was the music of the lute; not of one lute, but of two, and the piece was Johnson’s Flatt Pavan. A man and woman sat together, nearly (not quite) tête-à-tête, on the antique wooden bench. Each played upon a lute, and each glanced lovingly at the other as they played. A strange light appeared from the area above their heads, a faint white luminescence in which Aaron could see the details of their faces and their forms. A handsome couple, not old, but in the waning years of middle age: the man of sturdy build with graying temples and a balding crown; the woman tall and stately with high cheekbones, silver hair, and a fair complexion unaltered by the years. Clear and distinct their music echoed through the quiet house, as each lute alternated flawlessly between melody and ground, the one replying to the other, and the other making answer in its turn." [A Fantasía for Two Lutes]
Thanks, yes, it's part of a novel I wrote a few years ago, in which the lute symbolizes Western culture. I love the lute and its music and I play a bit, though unfortunately not exceptionally well! I came across your performance here and it struck me as being very close to what I had in mind in that part of my novel, in terms of its ambiance and particularly the tempo. Very nicely done, indeed!
Conjured up, in my mind, sitting in a castle great room, surrounded by flowing tapestries and glistening candelabra, while gazing at a table replete with fresh fruit and delicacies. The gentle, harmonious notes flowing , providing a peaceful calm and serenity. OK....now back to the 21st century, Drat. Bravo/Brava!
