when an instrument is played well by musicians like this the instrument itself takes on a beauty as if its alive

I'm a drummer, but the harp always makes me emotional in a beautiful kind of way. 😿

The wind, the birds, the harp..absolutely splendid 😊

Such a shame that Camac has discontinued the Bardic series... but a beautiful song played by a beautiful harpist ❤️❤️❤️

Marianne, as always, thank you for sharing joy and beauty in a world people too often make sordid and ugly.

QUELLE POÉSIE ! QUELLE DOUCEUR ! QUEL TALENT ! UN RÊVE ! VOUS ÊTES UNE FÉE !❤🎼 MERCI POUR CE JOLI MOMENT HORS DU TEMPS !🥰

Ive listened to this over and over for the past half hour. So beautiful, thank you!

I could listen to this forever.

Amazingly gifted and young. Imagine the volume of music this awesome person will share with others. Simply a fine example of a good person with a great promising future.

Amazing gifted girl and amazing music. This is pure medicine for the soul. Magnifique!

Every time I watch, that Spring ambience and happy music gives me life, makes me feel so alive. I'm going to listen to it for thousands of time. Thank you. You are the best.

Marianne, I had to revisit this, and listen deeply, fully with my heart, not only with my ears. I had recently thought to reconcile with the first woman I'd ever courted and loved, Alisin. As is always the case, the first and brightest love that left the deepest and brightest impression. We both were very young and immature. and we did, in our secret and private times share something very special. How we met is a comical tale of itself. We met in an art class, she was excited by a painting I had done of an owl. It was being purchased by the city's government, I did another for her for her birthday. How I came to be in that class is the tale. It's like a cavalier tale, the Three Musketeers. She posed for many paintings, sculptures, and photographs for me, all were successful projects. Museums and galleries were competing to get them. I was winning high honors and awards in cash at so many expositions! I do not know what, but something else scared her, made her feel insecure for her future. She decided to run off with a rich young doctor, a total clod, a clochard. Before she departed, she led him into a jealous and bizarre confrontation with me a year later. He announced he had graduated, and would be moving far away with her. I had, been very busy with other women who were very happy for her loss. I was well loved, much appreciated. I truly had not thought much of her since one month after our final tryst. It was all I could do to acknowledge she had made a woman's choice, and wish her well, and not beat him to the floor, though he taunted me, shouting and goose stepping around my little garret apartment, as the arrogant Nazis once marched down the Champs Elysee, demanding my photos, sculptures and paintings of her. I, in front of her pantomimed measuring him (for combat), and then told him, "this is your lucky day. The reject photographs and paintings are all I have left, write me a good check, $1500, take them to hell with you. My attorney is XXXX, he'll be handling business if you give me a bad check." He then noticed I was much taller than he, much more athletic, and ready to do my shift. She was shocked. I do think she also noticed I was mocking him, and now totally in control I asked her if she was quite sure...? Wished her well, and told her I had a date that night, and wished to shower and relax. I winked at her, she blushed...but told me she was certain all would be perfect. All of this in front of my very rich room mates, a young woman who had been studying with me-- lesbian, and the daughter of a billionaire, and a young Japanese woman who was my date, Alisin had never seen me so very confident, so demonstrative, so nor so enraged. This affair did not end as she hoped. One of my older cousins had clinical studies with this man, and learned he had badly abused her, had been giving her prescription drugs to make her like a slave. Without a word, she reappeared more than one year later. I was working on my thesis piece for ceramics. I was there at this exact time to try to feel, to be normal. Rage had given way to sadness, sadness to depression, then fear, I was now beginning to accept the next four or five years were very different from what I and my family had hoped and planned for. My professor, a very good friend, announced I had a visitor, and ushered her in. I'd had the most challenging and distressing week of my life, so much death, my father, my favorite great aunt Riganna, other aunts, my grandmother, my mother diagnosed with cancer, the theft of my educational trust fund and our family's Celtic relics by my uncle! My godmother had absconded with my mother's family trust, both inheritances I'd worked so hard to earn after graduation and marriage. The family elders had kept me gentile but poor since a small child. I was like a ragged church mouse in university. I had not slept in four days, was on the phone and sending courier messages to my lawyer trying to begin a recovery. (It took four years). I needed a woman's voice, her touch to cool my blazing head. I needed to grieve, to sleep, and make my plans to attend medical school in Belfast or Salamanca somehow, finding money to pay. I recognized her, though she seemed to have aged more than fifteen years...and I was thinking why has she reappeared, to finish her job as my own leannan sidhe? After university, for many years, I made no more art. I worked, went to war, returned, met my first wife, who had watched me for many years, another story of itself. To win my pity, and my unselfish love, for a co-dependent relationship-- or worse, to control my inheritance and feed her doctor? Did she think she could just come and go in and out of my life like I'm a bistro? Yes, my family are old believers, we come of druidic and noble stock. And yes, I have ancestry from the refugees to Eriu such as Remi and the Menapii, the Brigantes, also, besides the Caelaecchi, the Gaels. We have these gifts, but they work only when the purpose is benevolent, pure. And, thanks to the influence of the priests, and my friends who were always telling me I was doing the right thing, to just forget her, my feelings and intentions were defensive, injured, a little mean and petty. What had I to be afraid of? A five foot two inch 98 pound female Irish elf? This tiny woman I had loved, and who had, up to a certain crazy time, had been loving me? That was what I should have invoked in myself. And she, protecting her pride, without a word of greeting or explanation, haughtily announced that she's be taking a professional job and working to win a lot of money! To become a yuppee! I know today how I should have gotten a grip on myself, and done passionately. We both failed. I don't know if a new start was possible, or even the right thing for us to do. Our time and blessings may have been over. But, we owed it to ourselves and our beautiful memories to forgive, laugh at our foolishness, renew at least our friendship. I immediately felt crushed. My response instead, and my mother had prepared me with this in case she reappeared. It was from my family's traditional wedding vow: "You can not possess me, for I own myself. You can not command me, for I am a free person. If by chance we meet, let's just be cordial and admit we once knew each other a little, " same thing I'd told her when she gave me the sad news two years before. Simply brilliant. Blah. With the passing of eighteen years, I heard she had met and married a rich much older man, as I had married a beautiful successful actress and model. And, we both were grieving their losses. My beautiful wife had died bearing my child. I lost both to an insane "Right To Life" doctor's advice. I knew better, but she wanted the baby so much. And he told her she could deliver by caesarian section. Fatally false. I was successful, a recognized chief of my moiety, much beloved, and a tireless worker for Human Rights, a very strong warrior, too. She, a tired and anxious woman whose husbands cancer had destroyed his company and consumed his wealth. She was smoking her tobacco to death! My wife had met her once, at a charitable benefit, when she was there in that city filming or modelling, I forget. She and Francoise Gilot, my most important patroness, made me promise never to resume our relationship, but to wait until Alisin and I were old and reconcile. I discovered last week, she is gone, of a heart attack. I am married again, my wife is a Galician Asturian, I am again much beloved, and why indeed not? I am a father, writing my memoirs and a few novels. I consult on oncology. I help feed thousands of people. I care little about money, it's a result of my doing my best and helping people. She is in a bed of cold clay with a brown marble stone with only her dates, no epitaph, no obituary in the newspaper or online. Her husband's obituary and epitaph do not even mention her. It made me weep. It seemed she had almost never lived! According to my family's ancient beliefs, I now know how I shall be spending at least the beginning of the life after life-- getting it finally correct with her, as many times as necessary. A great gift was dishonored by us both, the most beautiful thing men and women are given. Hopefully, next time will be loving and fun! The love of my beautiful family, the affection of all those I've helped, yes, they are with me. But her image at twenty years old, memories of the happiness, and then of our failure will be with me to my final day. I was cleaning my garage storage a few weeks ago, looking through old scientific texts, and folios of my artwork. A small format photograph of her fell out, the only copy I'd not sold to her man. And, in a flash, I understood what I had done, what we had done. And I knew, in my maturity I should have sat her by my side, told her I was not in good condition, I'd be ready to talk after sleeping for the first time in many days. I should have put my finger on her lips and whispered "bi do thost. No more words" It means, shoosh, be quiet. I should have said I knew we had things we each wanted the other to know, and things we each needed to know, we needed to know why were were there in this exact moment, not only with words, but especially with our feelings, passions. then stood up, taken her by the hand, caressed her, kissed her, and felt how she responded. An Irish kiss- a caress with the back of my hand, another deep kiss on the lips, look into her eyes (watching for signs) and then tell her, "not here, come with me. Will you come with me? " If I did not misjudge, then I should not write about what would have followed, as in times before, but better. And if she refused or slapped me, c'est la vie. I would have had my answer, and decided to reconcile years later. Thank you for this comforting musical vision of a little time when I first knew the joy and sorrow of love.

Takes me back to the days as a child when I would listen to a wind up Swiss musical box and dream.

In case anyone was wondering, it's in D minor. I just played along on my guitar (while listening - mostly chords and a bit of harmonising) and it was soooo much fun!

Grace and Beauty unbound, Much Love from the Heart of Texas

CHAMPAGNE SPARKLES , WINE AGES , THIS PERFORMANCE , TIMELESS AND GLORIOUS , IS A FITTING COMPLEMENT TO ALL ONE'S HEART DESIRES!!! !!!V.W.

You may want to explore this link, Marianne. It's a path to an exquisite example of the mode Goltraí. Much joy to you!

Thank You. Blessings.🙏

This harpist and her song are amongst the things that make the world a better place and life worth living.

Beautiful & mystical sounds and environment.

Vive Anne de Bretagne ,cest tres magnifique et votre musique enchant mon coeur ,vous etes tres grande 🙏🏻🙏🏻👏👏🎼🎼

I have been listening to this most days for the last three year and I never tire of hearing it. Thank you Marianne

How many ships have you sunk? You beautiful Siren you! 🙂

awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Always nice to listen again and again ♥️

Beautiful

Nice to see that you are still so much into music. I really liked it!

Had to listen/watch again - ♥️♥️

Gorgeous!!

Beautiful! thank you for posting .

I got a strong sense of the heart of the celtic people and culture coming from this tune as it is in Ireland.

Just beautiful. You're so talented. I felt transported to another time.

Sounds so beautiful ! Great location, great video !

Gorgeous! Love It!

Bonjour Marianne. De nouveau un morceau magnifique que vous interprétez avec une grâce infinie. Le décor que vous avez choisi convient merveilleusement bien à cette musique un peu mélancolique. Je rêve de vous entendre jouer "Anne de Bretagne" dans les douves du château des ducs de Bretagne à Nantes.

Beautiful! Thank you for bringing it to my life! Love you!

well played. Great tune, beautiful location, well recorded, bravo!

This is serene and completely captivating. thank you so much

Love this piece so much.🥰🥰🥰

Beautiful and beautiful location

Beautiful ❤️👏👏👏👏

Beautiful piece.

Great sequences!

This is beautiful👌❤❤

Beaucoup d'assurance chez cette excellente instrumentiste, grande musicalité. Très sûre de son art, malgré les conditions pas idéales du tournage ! 👌

i love the sound of this harp, it sounds bright and beautiful

You're so talented thanks very much for sharing this with us greetings from Africa

Wonderful place! Bealtiful music! I love harp

Wonderful!

Quelle belle improvisation, la harpe est un instrument qui a quelque chose de magique et d'aérien. Bravo à la musicienne, depuis que l’algorithme a eu la bonne idée de lancer cette vidéo, je pense avoir écouté ce morceau quelques dizaines de fois...

Beautiful .. Wel played.

I've never heard this melody before, but I love it.

Very pleasant! Harps and music are good for the soul

Lovely composition played perfectly. 😀

Very well done, ejoyed the gentle texture of the song Thanksfor sharing.🎶😉😎

fabuleux !

Amazing, your so good at your instrument.

how absolutely beautiful. thank you!

sounds beaufiful merci :)

Wonderful.

Puur en supergoed!!! The Netherlands.

Bravo ! magnifique

Bonjour Marianne toujours aussi somptueux d entendre la harpe Louis Dousset 😉😉😉

beautiful _ peaceful! Blessings on you!

Wonderful, splendid, lush, vivid.

This is so....chill.

Bellissimo beautiful beautiful !!! More more more !!! Encore !!! Thank you and all the BEST !!!

Nicely done, and thank you!

Beautiful! Thank you, Marianne.

This is such a stunningly lovely video...the song...the setting...everything...deeply moving...thank you

It reminds me of a little carillon I had when I was a child. I loved it so much that I was use to carry it with me everywhere I went. :)

Magnifique!!! 👏

Sweet music, to ease bitter hearts...

Merci, Marianne - merveilleux! 💐🌺🍹

Every drop of sound like blessed rain!

A beautiful performance and I love the pond and building in the background. Thanks for sharing Marianne.

One of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. 😯👍 Thank you.

very nice tune

wunderschön 😍 die harfe klingt einfach schön ❤️ und sieht toll aus... ich bewundere das sehr ein so langes lied so auswenidig spielen zu können... ich hoffe ich komme da auch mal hin 😄

Thank you. Lovely, setting, music,harpist.

Beautiful and mystic. Wonderful. Tears in my eyes Brins me peace of mind and heart when I need it most. Thank you for sharing. God bless you.

superbe !!!!

Lindo 💃 amei 👏👏

Simply beautiful. and a very neat performance

In love with your Art. Love your music and you. For the rest of my life. Thank you very much for this magic Moments ❤

Awesome 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Lovely relaxing piece. Great location, reminds me of an old castle and moat I saw in Brussels many years ago.

Que c'est Beau votre musique

c'est magnifique, que se soit un bel hommage à notre duchesse Anne de Bretagne

Wonderful.....thanks....

This is beautiful - the music and the location! (Plus, the blue leather jacket is fab!!! ;))

very good feeling to this celtic music

Great tune, and a wonderful interpretation! I usually play larger harps, so I'm really interested in how to fit a tune well on a smaller one... Lovely, thanks!!!

Complimenti 🥰❤🙏 e grazie

bella melodía que me hace andar en las nubes, acá en Chile este instrumento se conoce como arpa, saludos

Wunderschön.

Improvisation et aussi fascination délicieux

It is good for my soul

Truly Beautiful..👍👍🍀

Beatutiful Marianne !