Ameliorate

Insulated

Cassini is an 8 part choral layering challenge. Try to split your choir into more and more parts and see how far you can get. 

I've been going around and around,
Taking these photos and sending them home.
Ya da da it's time!
But I love falling and falling.
The end of my journey, one last thing to do.
Threading through rings and falling through the clouds.
Oh, all these sights I've seen, it'd been a really good one.
I fall. 

The space probe Cassini spent nearly 20 years in space, 13 of which studying Saturn and it's many moons. As it ran out of fuel, Cassini was sent on an amazing close orbit, spiraling through Saturn's rings and before crashing itself into the planet. This was to protect any contamination of Saturn's moons which have the potential to support life. 

Free sheet music at mitchellfundmusic.com

Cassini

Free sheet music at mitchellfundmusic.com

Mitchell is a remote music theory, composition, piano and songwriting teacher.

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
      Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
      Left there by the tide,
      A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

- Enda St. Vincent Millay

Saved me is a three part canon about those people who come into our life and change us for the better, even if they are no longer in our life. Parts may be sung in any octave. 

Free sheet music at mitchellfundmusic.com

You saved me,
But I don't think you know. 
When a hummingbird shimmers,
I breathe a little better.

And when the rain and the snow gathers 'round me,
I can't help but think of you and how you saved me.

Trilliums gleam in the sunlight,
Thought these clouds are grey.
How this grove retains compassion,
Though your eyes are far away.

But when I feel like I haven't made a difference,
I know there's days you feel that way too,
and I hope you know you saved me.
 
-Mitchell Fund

Photo by Karl-Heinz Müller

Saved Me

I was commissioned to write this theme song for a friend's episodic D&D stream.  I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. :-)

If you are interested in the stream, please head over to dungeonscrawlers.com to check it out. The party is comprised of sci fi and fantasy authors so it should be a good show! 

Photo: Michael Henrich

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Ozymandias

A Cherry Fritter and The Crow

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.

It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.

Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.

- Sara Teasdale


Photo by Kasuma

The Solitary

Exiled 
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

             Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
                 This is the thing I find to be:
             That I am weary of words and people,
                 Sick of the city, wanting the sea;

             Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
                 Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
             Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
                 Of the big surf that breaks all day.

             Always before about my dooryard,
                 Marking the reach of the winter sea,
             Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood,
                 Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea;

             Always I climbed the wave at morning,
                 Shook the sand from my shoes at night,
             That now am caught beneath great buildings,
                 Stricken with noise, confused with light.

             If I could hear the green piles groaning
                 Under the windy wooden piers,
             See once again the bobbing barrels,
                 And the black sticks that fence the weirs,

             If I could see the weedy mussels
                 Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
             Hear once again the hungry crying
                 Overhead, of the wheeling gulls,

             Feel once again the shanty straining
                 Under the turning of the tide,
             Fear once again the rising freshet,
                 Dread the bell in the fog outside,--

             I should be happy,--that was happy
                 All day long on the coast of Maine!
             I have a need to hold and handle
                 Shells and anchors and ships again!

             I should be happy, that am happy
                 Never at all since I came here.
             I am too long away from water.
                 I have a need of water near.


Photo by Mathias P.R. Reding

Exiled - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mitchell is a composer from the PNW who specializes in choral and minimalist music. All his sheet music is free at mitchellfundmusic.com

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