Cantus Cordis Mei On paper she has feathers, brittle hairpins that become ledgers for minor scales, her fury boils in chambers where fire and water cannot mix. If you are discerning, you may notice the crescendo of her nocturne is a parallel pulsing of wings etched in the riff of steam that settles on silver … Continue reading Cantus Cordis Mei (A Poem, Video Poem, Art & Music) – Sarah Raybould