Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

If like me, you’d ever wondered why we give each other eggs at Easter, you might be interested in this new song that Andreas Pirner and I have released in time for April’s full moon.

The date of Easter is determined by the moon, in that this festival always falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox. In some cultures, that moon is known as the Egg Moon…but why? Well, of course, the moons were named so far back in the mists of time, nobody knows… even the most intelligent of A.I. guides.

However, there did turn out to be an ancient Greek myth about a female creatrix, a serpent and the Cosmic Egg, and so this is what we’ve chosen to dramatise in words and music for the Egg Moon. The myth itself was in a bit of a sorry scarecrow state when I found it, so it’s now clothed and booted in ideas based on our growing knowledge about cymatics and about how sound created the universe.

You can hear Egg Moon here…. the text of words follows.

1.	I would like to begin with “once upon a time” 
Except ... we begin where there is no beginning,
Way far back .... where there is no Time,
Only glittering black as far as the eye can see,
The cosmic or firmamental seas, as they’re known
So vast and unending they even dwarf infinity.
On the coils of a serpent, in the middle of this ocean
Sleeps naked, the beautiful Eurynome
With a heart as full as the day is long,
And with a love so deep it could drown a leviathan. 

2.	She dreams of her lover upon whom she sleeps,
Ophion, who lives only to serve her every need,
To fertilise the seeds from these primordial deeps
To birth, into form, her every love-soaked fantasy.
And so it came about that she had a desire
To express the feelings of her heart in hymns,
For planets and stars to form and sing as choirs
Under the vaulted arches of a great empyrean
Lit only by the sun through the stained-glass windows
Of the crystals of her heavenly auditorium. 

3.	So Ophion came in her dream, with her to lay
And plant his seed; then she turned into a dove
And took flight to hatch her egg upon the waves.
Ophion wound himself round it, in seven tiers,
To warm the germs within the crystalline shell,
Until the egg split and from it, all life streamed,
All that exists: suns, moons, planets...stars as well, 
Even Earth with its mountains, rivers and trees,
And all creatures and folk, both good and bad,
Every one had their place in her planetarium. 

4.	As she stood enthralled by the harmony of the spheres,
Ophion placed an egg-shaped moon near our world,
So that we would recognise the story, told in the stars,
That, one day, the beautiful Dreamer would awake
And all this life would seem as if it had never been.
That’s why, at Easter, we share eggs as keepsakes
To honour the memory of the creatrix Eurynome
And her lover, Ophion, that wisest of sea snakes,
Who birthed the stories of all our lives in song,
And of those who came before us, and those still to come. 

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Words and vocals © Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, April 2025

Music © Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), April 2025

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