Border Crossings
A deceptively simple stand jump,
In the broad daylight or
A simply deceptive journey in the dead dark of night.
Comparisons and companionships…
The stars at night were the only roadmap available to East European poet Csilla Toldy, when she sought to cross a cold war, iron hard border on her way to County Down. When she meets singer Fil Cambell, Co Fermanagh, who had a softer border in her back garden to negotiate, (a disputed sheugh), there would be much to think, sing, speak and laugh about.
Tommy Sands joins them both behind a hedge, where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea on the edge of another border, Carlingford Lough.
The Music of What happens, it happens every day,
Every beat of a heart is a part that we play.
Every love that is found that is lost for a word
There’s the sweetest music in the world,
The most beautiful music in the world.