A chamber concerto for piano and twelve players

The title is from a poem of Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

The piece is dedicate to the people of Ukraine

swallows circling with their shimmering sound and frogs in the pools singing at night (pno & orch)

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Verse 4

(scene 0b)
The scene shudders, reverberating with the weight of the question. 
Dots of rapid energy burst into existence, spiraling in a carousel of white luminescence across the black. 
These motes crash, implode and then explode back into the perceivable field. An evolutionary dance of destruction and rebirth. 
Suddenly the white sphere starts to twirl with kalediescopic colors, it's a scene full of chaos and amazement, a cacophony of sights and sounds. 
The background pulsates with the intensity, the colors expanding then contracting, a circus of celestial fires lost and found again in creation of entropy. 
An echo, a whisper, then a solid melody streams forth, it seems to mirror the curve and spiral, winding through nebula of distant cosmic networks. Then a depthless plane emerges, radiating with color. 
Its increasing height synchronously expands, the weight of the moment creating ripples that unravel in reverse, moving down infinitely. 
Just when the tension is palpable, the backdrop flickers and shows a glimmer of the original melody, its notes written in stars, the tempo matching the cosmic dance.
At the origin of the plane, reality refracts, revealing a prismatic spectrum of untapped dimension. 
The ends recede, stretching into new angles, hinged at an unseen fulcrum.
The prelude is the flicker that causes the universe to dim in anticipation, ripples sucked back into an arrow pointing forward.
As the bend folds into a complex lattice, the hidden form materializes, a resonating echo of the past, present, and future, screaming the word "when".

"When does the narrative begin?"


RAVE
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