Your voice wanders in my heart
for chamber orchestra and mixed choir
World premiere: June 2019
[recording coming soon]
SHORT POEMS FROM TAGORE'S STRAY BIRDS (in order of appearance in the work)
320 - The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
119 - The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."
48 - The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
255 - Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
80 - Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among the listening pines.
95 - Be still my heart, these great trees are prayers.
42 - You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
268 - Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
2 - That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
35 - The bird wishes it were a cloud The cloud wishes it were a bird.
82 - Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
273 - Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
World premiere: June 2019
[recording coming soon]
SHORT POEMS FROM TAGORE'S STRAY BIRDS (in order of appearance in the work)
320 - The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
119 - The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."
48 - The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
255 - Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
80 - Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among the listening pines.
95 - Be still my heart, these great trees are prayers.
42 - You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
268 - Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
2 - That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
35 - The bird wishes it were a cloud The cloud wishes it were a bird.
82 - Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
273 - Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
