A tragic tale of two lovers fated to share a forbidden but undying love.
He stood among the evergreen, moondust dripping from it’s leaves. The stars swayed drunkenly, stealing night thick as thieves.
Young prince, may your long afternoons of childhood be nourished by all things wondrous and unknown.
I wanted to hold it. To keep it safe as a raven treasures a seed. To carry it deeply like a woman heavy with child.
Tchaikovsky's symphonic poem.