Week 5 - Barbara Allen

This song is very terrifying.  The lone female voice, unaccompanied by any instrumentation creates a deep lamentable mood which is full of such a beautiful sorrow.  It suggests to me a sense of longing, a desire for more, for life.  A desire for a life now waning, falling away beneath the aether.

I imagine a dying figure, and hands reaching out towards this figure, extending but not far enough, searching but not enough to find their target, the lone dying figure.  The figure materialized through a heartbeat, both comforted and strangled by a surrounding push and pull of hands. The hands are but mere shades, gestures of their true forms, unable to grasp and hold on to what is dying, and will die.