Clare de Lune 

Nothing to do with Debussy I'm afraid, other than that I do rather like Debussy as it happens. In fact, all of those French Impressionists are right up my street. So maybe this piece has a little to do with Debussy after all... I wrote it after a walk with Clare on a really beautiful moonlit evening through the woods that adjoin our little piece of paradise in Crossbush.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's not particularly a depiction of the walk, more the mood that the whole experience induced in me. I'm beginning to sound a little precious here, just wanted to put some words alongside the music. So here it is...

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