II. Adagio Performed by the Swan Ensemble. Violin 1 Cristina Morell Violin 2 Colli Chan Viola 1 Jordi Morell Viola 2 Elena Sanchez Cello Natalie Morell Recorded and Edited by Fern Flower Media https://fernflowermedia.com/

Live performance Haydn String Quartet no.62, Op.76 No.3 “Emperor” Violins - Cristina Morell, Colli Chan Viola - Jordi Morell Cello - Natalie Hancock

Live performance Violins - Cristina Morell, Colli Chan Viola - Jordi Morell Cello - Natalie Hancock

Live performance Viola - Jordi Morell Cello - Natalie Hancock

Johannes Brahms String Quintet no 2 Op 111 in G Major Swan ensemble https://www.swan-ensemble.com/ I. Allegro non troppo, ma con brio Performed by the Swan Ensemble. Violin 1 Cristina Morell Violin 2 Colli Chan Viola 1 Jordi Morell Viola 2 Elena Sanchez Cello Natalie Morell Recorded and Edited by Fern Flower Media https://fernflowermedia.com/

Music by David Jaeger Swan Ensemble: Violins Colli Chan Cristina Morell Violas Jordi Morell Helena Sánchez Cello Natalie Morell Edited by Stephen Cameron Poems by David Cameron 1. A Blessing I call a blessing Down on your head. A shadow’s moving In the oyster bed. I hear a whisper In the loudest room. I see an angel Perched on my tomb. Angel oh angel, Put down your pen. Did I love enough? Will I see her again? 2. For Winter I thought my love for winter lost Till your insomniac eyes of frost Burned into me, so pure and clear With slow abandonment of fear. 3. Sometimes the Summer Sometimes the summer appears In other seasons; as, today, I was settling down to winter When it began. So I walk across the fields, collecting the years, Summers that have been, and meet you there, Eyes glinting like sails, last year. Thank you. I want never again To settle into winter like snow. Here are the same fields and fences, The earth that will invite the lambs to dance, Water with something clear to say. 4. Gifts Child of the light, I bring you Fresh handfuls of wild flowers From fields you do not visit. I bring them. Don’t despise them, Though you find their scent bitter. They can be arranged, so, Into a wreath of heartbreak. But it will wither. The fields will be drenched again By the sweet waters.