About This Song
About "Merch y Melinydd" by Catrin Finch
Finch’s harp flickers like a lantern in a miller’s dusty loft, each plucked note a grain of memory. The melody turns with the waterwheel’s calm, yet beneath, a quiet unease—the millstone grinding secrets. Vivid, tactile, and steeped in Welsh landscape, it’s a miniature of labor and longing.