From the recording Letters from the Owl House
In the Courante, Touch of Heaven, the owls fly, high above, through the spectacular night sky, maybe a meteor in their midst, perhaps the gleam of unknown galaxies. With the slow beat of their strong, broad wings depicted musically as falling arpeggios, in that process of journeying and searching ‘Where’, they are found, soaring in the extravagance of the Divine.