original: Yo-Yo Ma, Kathryn Stott - The Swan (Saint-Saëns) • Yo-Yo Ma, Kathryn Stot... all credits belong to their rightful owners. no copyright infringement intended.
swan song is a song a swan sings when their lover dies. they choose one lover to live with, and if one dies - it is unbearable to the other. so they go somewhere, where no one can see them, and sing a beautiful song. a farewell melody, so to say. and by the end of it - they join the love of their life. their head is in the water, as it carries it, just as us, humans, tell the stories how they could see the "light and the end of the tunnel". when a composer, poet, artist writes their last piece, it is always majestic and their most beautiful one, just like swans sing in the end of their lives. it is also called the swan song. while this piece isn't camille saint saens's last one, it represents swan's final moments, piano being the water surface, stable and wonderful, and cello - the singer, nostalgic and wistful.
That was beautifully written, opened my eyes on the piece. I used to just listen for the calmness without looking within to discover a story, thank you😌
I had heard the term “swan song” as a little girl, but since I’d never heard it as an adult, I hadn’t looked up what it meant! Thank you for your beautiful words of wisdom on the subject. ♥️
"I want to be loved." Those words slip from my lips just as one would whisper a secret. Perhaps it is a secret-- a selfish desire. One cannot wish for love, not even djinns grant such a wish. And yet I dream of love. I pray for it. I have tried all my life to bring it forth from those springs. All my life I've seen others take great joys in their sweet little gardens. Alas, my garden is no Eden. The soil is too dry and the ground is too difficult. So I pray for the love I crave. I pray and pray that someday I may be just as loved as they. And when autumn rolls and the sun tints the trees a brilliant gold, I hope to be told one day: "You are loved, you will be okay."
Don't make me cry. I'm married and wish for love everyday. Just pure love. I never really got it in the 27 years I've been live and 7 years being married. You know how to hit the heart strings.
I have a feeling I was extremely happy in my past life. I have a feeling... that that's why I'm so sad in this one. I have a feeling... That things won't end well again.
Everyone has trauma to resolve, including your past life self. Your past life probably worked hard to achieve authentic happiness. The challenge in this lifetime for you is to remain committed to healing yourself to achieve the happiness in your 3D and 5D worlds. You have done this before. You are not destined for sadness. You must believe that you can create the timeline you do desire. Joy and sadness are temporary but embodying the light of love is eternal.
nah fr tho,, i feel like in my last life i was a bit happier, but it sucks because i didnt get a happy ending in that one, nor will i in this life too. ive done some regressions and readings and apparently i died young without any love bro and have done readings for this life too saying i wont find my soulmate in this one either like bruh gimme a break😭 my next life better be some royalty lvl stuff istg 😭😭😭
Tbh, the original one sounds like falling in love, while this one feels more like limerence and the aching feeling knowing deep down you will never see the person you like again.
How does it feel to waste valuable time and energy on what other people do or don't like especially if it differs from you and in no way impacts your life. There are better things to spend your valuable time on.
this song feels like the strange feeling you get after reading a biography, experiencing a life in full from the springlike eyes of a child to the shutting eyes of a jaded soul falling to rest one last time.
This is falling in love with a stranger. As if sent from heaven at a hellish time in my life, a beautiful man nursed me in a hospital for two days after an accident in 2019. It was an unusual situation, even more surreal with the morphine and Percocet in my bloodstream. I was incredibly vulnerable, looked like trash, no makeup on, literally no ground to stand on, and paralyzed by drugs, yet I had never felt so tenderly cared for and empathized with by a man, even at my most beautiful. You could say he was just doing his job, I'm sure, but I've been cared for in hospitals plenty of times and this was something different: He never seemed to leave my room. Asked me things and told me about himself, things that felt like secrets. He gingerly put socks on my feet because he thought they might be cold, ran into my room whenever my heart rate slightly went up. Comforted me when I cried, talked about suicide and depression. Talked to me about wanting a family, asked me what I wanted in life like he was actually interested. The way he looked at me like he could read my thoughts when my family was in the room. When he put the morphine in my arm he took his time and spoke softer. He would get so close to me it felt like we had been together before. when he touched me I had to keep from trembling everytime because his touch was electric. He hunted down crutches for me and spent forever showing me how to use them. He caught me when I stumbled, I apologized and he whispered "thats what im here for". Call it trauma bonding or delusional idc. There was a pull between us that tugged at my heart the moment our eyes met. He said he would be right back but I was discharged abrubtly and couldnt say goodbye. But as another nurse wheeled me to the elevator I looked back and she said, "is there something you want to say to someone?" I said no. I lied I lied I lied. How could she tell? God showed me what love could be, just a taste, and then snatched it away just as fast. I caught a glimmer of something I had never felt before and haven't felt since. I'm embaressed how many years have gone by that I savour the memory of each exchange that was had and that hot knife stabs in my abdomen just as it did in those moments with him.
I had to put down my 13 year old cat the 10th this month. I've had het since I was 8. I'm 21 now. And she's been my best friend all that time. I'm listening to this and crying. It's helping me cope with the fact I will never see her or hear her ever again. Rest in peace girly, you're safe. I love you.
I know exactly how that feels, a strong bond seeming to be broken or torn apart is the worst feeling ever, but it's still there, even if you can't see her, she's still there keeping tabs on you
Hey, I had to my cat down too this month on the 12th...he was 13 and he was everything to me. I know how you feel...my heart still aches for him. I really hope you are doing better and its okay to cry it out...I still am. xoxo you gave ur cat the best life it could ever have and I bet your cat is watching you from up above making sure you are okay :))
It was about the 27th of February this year that I heard this song for the first time. That same day, my childhood best friend passed away at the age of 17. May his soul rest in peace. Thank you for everything old pal.
these commets make me feel a whole different emotion while listening to this beautiful song. like a whole new emotion i haven't felt in a long time its so bittersweet and light, i want to cry but im not exactly sad - im not empty because i can still feel something wriggling inside - what is this? i can't remember what this is. why? it feels kind of good? it feels so satisfying though, why can't i feel like this more? maybe because im finally at peace with myself? so many questions its so good
I clicked on this to find some relaxing music for me to study to, NOT to get in my feels and end up on the verge of tears so that I can't even read the words on the page in front of me. (The music is very beautiful, though :D)
I played this in a steaming shower with all the lights in the house off. In the bathroom on speakers with the water all around me, I felt transported to a dream....all my worries were gone. A beautiful rendition of one my favorite songs. Well done 💕
this is the theme for the ghost of a mother who died when her children were young, watching them at their gradations and their weddings with a fond smile. this is the theme for a guardian angel who no longer needs to protect their charge because they seem to be able to take care of everything themselves, but the angel continues to watch over them, a little useless but at peace with it. this is the theme of the murderer who finds a pause in the death and destruction to watch a ballet school prodigy who misses life before her spotlight dance in a clearing of a forest, the wind her music and the animals her audience. this is the theme for the couple who have their final dance in the ballroom of an abandoned mansion before they are hunted down and one of them is executed for crimes they did not commit. this is the theme for the girl who was pushed out of a plane without a parachute, but finds peace and joy as she falls because it feels like she is flying. this is the theme for the moment the harried protector sees that the one they live to protect is unharmed after hours of uncertainty.
This filled me with so much nostalgia of my beloved ballet classes pre-quarantine that I started crying within a minute of stretching into the music...
I play this song as a lullaby for my baby it’s somewhat repetitive and just so dreamy. I actually fell asleep next to her! Such a beautiful song. I hope everyone who cried to this song was able to fill their hearts after with something beautiful and warm
i lost my friend ten months ago (one week before my birthday). i am still in denial. i have not made any progress. but this song reminds me of all of the stages of grief. or just grieving in general. but at the same time, it’s very beautiful :)
I'm listening to this at a moment where I feel like the most anxious and control less and helpless and different version of myself I've been sad before but this feels like utter panic. I have a painting that I have to submit for the first time. My mom cried to me while I sang her asleep and my dad is drifting apart, my brother miles away and my lover unheard from, friends abandoned. But this made that panic a Lil complicated yet composed like my panic is meant to be and that as long as the melody plays I can't hear anything or anyone else screaming. I want you reading to know that as disoriented and distant you feel, you're connected to someone through their memories of you. Don't leave them with just that, memories. Give them more, give them you. Give you YOU.
when i was younger, my dad and stepmom always played this piece together. my dad played the piano and my stepmom the violin. i always loved to sit in the room with them while they played. both completely different people, but connected through music. they don't play together that much anymore, but i started playing the violin and one day i want to play Le Cygne with my dad and stepmom. and when they're both gone, i will play this song at their grave. that's my goal.
"Name one hero who was happy"... "You cant.." "I cant" "I know, they never let you be famous and happy" "Ill tell you a secret" "Tell me" "Im going to be the first" "Swear it" "Why me?" "Because youre the reason"......
No, I was just pissed that it was reuploaded without credit. Somebody put in actual _effort_ to learn this piece, but then this youtube channel decided they'd rather mess with the reverb enough to avoid a copyright claim, upload it without a trace of credit, and call it a day.
“Our eyes meet from across the ballroom and I can see myself in his arms, swaying to the distant sound of the music under a starry sky. The cold air of the night embracing us the same was a loving partner would put their arms around you. Everything is peaceful and the steps we take are just right, moving perfectly to the strings of the violin and the keys of the piano” I sort of started to lose it. I like to let my mind wonder and just right down what I picture best I can. I hope it’s okay
I remember doing a whole biography essay of Saint Saens, knowing his life makes listening to his music much more.. How to describe it,... Precise maybe?.. Sometimes stuff can't be said with words..
Me siento enfermo y este agradable sonido disipa mis dolores. Es más importante concentrarme en su melodía y detalles de los instrumentos que vibran preciosamente.
This song and this version made me envision a life where my son is older. He learns to dance, and play the piano, and becomes such a charming young man. And I made this song a song I'd only play during special occasions the first week of spring and the first snow. And my son loved this song so much and would just look outside and listen to this song with a smile. (Mind you my son is 4 now and I am a mom who gets angry alot, and I don't like playing with him and his toys and it makes me feel like a shit mom but listening to this song drove me deep into I think my deepest desire which is to be an amazing mom, having my son be a jack of all trades, and genuinely enjoy beautiful music.)
This is the music of my life. I am in the ending of my life. I am old. Time is limited for me. I feel the ending slowly approaching- but gently. My childhood, falling in love getting married. Having three children, a husband, my nursing career, retiring. Family, friends. Many of them gone now. My husband of 50 yrs still by my side. All the rushing, raising children, getting through life. Many times struggles to.hard to overcome. Now I am softly drifting. And I am not afraid. I have loved and been loved. Good bye.
Close your eyes. Listen to the sound. You will feel relief from your stress It would rejuvenate your soul It would feel like your falling into an abyss far away from our planet.
It feels like you can actually feel only good things happened as if all the trauma and evil never happened in your life. It's something I'd want to play at the happiest times of my life just so the memories sticks in my head so if even 50 years from now and I hear this song I could remember all my happiest memories.
The Sun and the Moon “Tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breath.” She asked. “once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the Sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, he was even the source of their warmth. But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solitarily. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned. Then there was the Moon. As the Sun grew weary and began to disappear she would rise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The Stars watched her with woefulness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they couldn’t. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights. Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day. So just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the Moon was untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable. “Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning, “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all people believe, all they know.” During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change her mind. It was no use. “Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun, ” I responded.
Crystal tears fall in understanding of what it means to be a swan. So young, yet so many years have already been spent with the one I’ve promised my life to. A twenty first century fairytale. A fantastical novel of true love brought to life. An experience so ethereal that to even think about looking elsewhere brings a weighted sense of emptiness. The sands of time may create a distance, but with persistence we fill the gap as one. Forever bound in crimson thread; Peacefully drifting into the depths of the lake.
I lay here on my bed crying not because of it’s obvious beauty and ethereal sound but on how melancholy is sounds…and I’m also letting my imagination lose so yeah ofc imma cry with the shit I come ups with, god why do I like to pain myself.
I've listened to my father play this piece ever since I was toddler. It truly is a masterpiece, full of unexplainable different types of emotions and feelings. I feel this extreme nostalgia whenever I play this piece myself, or even listen to it. It reminisces me of my beautiful childhood. The chords and melody were written so ravishingly and enchantingly, that I can find myself even crying to it. I've seen so many ballet concerts of this too. I'm out of words to describe the beauty of this. Thank you so much Saint-Saens for this true work of art. This piece will foreverbe worshiped and treasured by me.
listening to this song imagining: all humans are gone, nature begins to regrow in the ruins and flourishes. whatever we left, now burried in the rubble and dirt, never to be found again; echoes of the past permanently forgotten. for mother earth would never let what happened with us, occur again. now everyone and everything can be happy.
