… Play On

We’re still Flying Free, friends.

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I hope you enjoyed the music and the excerpt from my soon-to-be-released novel as featured on my last post.

This second piece of music is  by Elgar and is his

Larghetto from Serenade in E minor.

It is also the second piece played in the orchestral concert attended by Tom and Jayne in London.


Britten had taken her back to her childhood and now Elgar held her there. She was still on the beach, feeling the old sadness, as the orchestra flowed into the Larghetto from his Serenade in E minor. Jayne felt the sad, haunting music reach deep into her, tearing at her, making her feel vulnerable, ripping memory after memory from her; just as the receding tide dragged everything into the depths of the churning sea, ripping creatures from rock and crevasse.

The music echoed the awful howling she could hear in her soul. She wanted to go, to run from it, but she knew the sound would follow her. It had been there all along, but she had turned the volume down, tuned it out to cope with ordinary living. Elgar had tuned it in again. She had no more power to hold back her tears or the encroaching tide of her memories, as she had to hold back the relentless sea.

The music paused, holding its breath, waiting for the answer of her heart. The hush in the auditorium was expectant, hopeful, as the music settled and calmed, rolling in on gentle waves, its energy spent, till it died away, leaving her stranded on the beach, agonising alone. Leaving her clutching her heart in her fist, unable to breath, afraid of the next onslaught when the past would smash over her in furious waves again. She was washed up, choking, drowning, fighting to crawl to safety but unable to see what safety looked like.

When Tom tried to put his arm round her, she drew away, her shoulders hunching, her arms wrapped across her body and her knees drawn up: a hermit crab withdrawing into its shell.

He smiled ruefully, his frown one of puzzlement rather than offence, and went to the bar to get her a drink. When he returned, she had done her best to rally, but her face felt pale and drawn, scraped bare by the outgoing tide. She couldn’t look at him, mumbling her thanks as she took the proffered drink and sipped it quietly. The lights dimmed and the orchestra prepared to play.


Larghetto from Serenade in E minor by Elgar




For Jayne, this is a sad piece and, to her, it comes to represent her past.

Do you find it sad?

Or does it evoke different feelings in you?

Do you have a song or a piece of music that does that for you?

Is it sad, haunting, happy or mellow?


Part three of our musical journey coming soon.


Flying Free can be found here in Kindle and here as a paperback