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This music was created for the ballet "Nature's Gift" by Dan Phillips (read story summary below). It is written mostly for rock band (drums, bass, guitar, piano and synthesizer) and strings. Although, voice and other instruments are included throughout the piece. Nature's Gift consists of six different movements that are written to be played one right into the next with minimal breaks in the music. Enjoy!


"NATURE'S GIFT"
Looking toward the sun with her eyes squinted shut is where Daphne begins her search for a focal point on which to meditate and strengthen her desire to dance. It has been some time since she's been able to achieve such intensity and it shows in her abilities and her will. While staring into the sky one bright but cool autumn afternoon Daphne is soothed by a voice sounding from a distance. She is startled to feel a soft nudge on her shoulder. She turns to find a beautifully aged lady standing there beside her. Dressed with many layers of clothing, including scarves which she wears around not only her neck but her waist as well as her ankles and her head. Jewelry adorns her, and gently chimes with each graceful movement she produces as they dangle from all parts of her slender body. The smell of cinnamon emanates all around her. Daphne senses that something is strikingly special about this women of a slightly curious candor. A long pause ensues, this lady is now intensely staring into Daphne’s eyes. Daphne feels increasingly uncomfortable and slightly agitated that this woman is making her feel so insecure. With a direct tone, Daphne offers, “excuse me”. And again a long pause, only this time it is ended with an angelic voice saying “I know where it is, let me take you there.” “Know where what is?” Daphne insists. But before the last sound of her words are heard, Daphne becomes aware that something strange is happening. The brown leaves on the ground are blowing across the grass in a very peculiar way. She notices that they are skerring about on the tips of their edges, moving in unison, like a well choreographed dance. She hears a sound that takes her back for a moment. Looking up she see the trees gathering closer. All the while the breeze blowing through them sounds as if they’re applauding the leaves that are falling to the earth in such a delicate yet awkward way. The wild flowers below stand up tall to greet them one by one, easing them into the promenade ever so gracefully. At that moment a dragonfly lands on Daphne’s wrist, summonsing her to waltz and Daphne does. With a few rotations complete, Daphne notices that she is now floating inches off the ground while the leaves dance below her. The trees now more attentive, join in. With Daphne’s arms out wide and her wrists up straight, she twirls about looking skyward and smiling, largely secure in the enthusiasm of her mind. As the sun twinkles in and out of the shade of the trees, Daphne’s eyes close. The red she sees through the back of her eyelids become more bright with each turn she makes. Daphne slowly winds down to a stand still, and tilts her head down. Opening her eyes slowly she becomes aware that she is standing on the ground alone. Turning, she notices the curious lady that seemed to be standing beside her only an instant before, is now gone. Nowhere to be seen or felt only the lingering aroma of her intoxicating sweet scent. The trees, so beautiful with color, still retain there foliage. Wildflowers contentedly bask in the sun unable to dodge the shadows of the billowy clouds that float by over head. Daphne questions whether or not things have changed from a few minutes ago, but she doesn’t ponder on this long as an overwhelming and passionate desire for her to dance has returned. No matter if the previous landscape was real, or if the lady had been there, it didn’t concern her. For that single brief moment that she closed her eyes and faced the sun, she was one with the spirits of nature and grateful for their gifts.

Nature's Gift

Hello, thank you for visiting my page. I am a double bassist, electric bassist and composer from Portland, OR. My first "major composition" is currently on Sound Cloud for your listening pleasure. It was written for the ballet "Fairies' Mischief" by Dan Phillips. Enjoy!

-Elijah



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