Martin Lorenz, Turntables. Köln 2022. Samples on records from: Young Man's Fancy, edison Electrical Company, 1952. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6l0VddwjBQ
and field recordings made by the composer from motors in the Hoover Dam, Las Vegas, Germany and Venice from 2009-2014.

TSII 8. the ryhthm of big generators. Turntable solo

An Exploration of some textures on long drawn out atmospheric chords. The title is a postscript but I think it is apt.

The Earth, The Moon, The Sun:  A Poem 

Beneath the canted dome of a pale beginning
the earth lay veiled in a powder of saffron wind
Ferns stirred in trance,
and in the undergrowth, an unseen bird
called once, like the last echo
of a myth pronounced in reeds

Nothing had perished yet.
The acacias lifted their limbs
with the somnambulant poise
of dancers under water

Time exhaled

But night was born 

The Moon, tremulous
Mineral, colossal
Rose, not ascendant
On the edge of the waters.
Both serene and famished

She turned the salt flats to mirrors.
She annulled the name of the river
She loomed above the mangroves
Like an unanswered invocation
Silvered, sickened
Dragging behind her a trail
Of speechless beasts

What once pulsed, stilled
What once knelt, broke
A great sleep, dense as ash
Draped itself over the wings
Of every visible thing

Then

A crack 
Across the vault of stillness
A flare
The Sun

One strode forth in warmth
A pyre god, a conqueror
With eyes of coal and gold

The air thickened
The stones, blistering, split
Every leaf curled inward
Each shadow fled its source

Even the wind turned brittle

The flocks were scattered.
The earth, harried, trembling
Offered up her dust
As a libation
To something nameless

And so:

The Earth returned

But not as mother
Not as shelter
She stood
A monolith 
Her skin veined 
With the fossils of rain
Her voice
A low thrum in the roots
Beneath abandoned fields

She no longer wept

She remembered

The Sun reversed,
His blaze now spiral
The Moon receded,
Swallowed by her own reflection.
The garden flickered
Half-seen behind a gauze
Of smouldering time.

And again
Earth

But transfigured
But scorched
But holy in its ruin

A single tree remains.
Its branches fork like veins
in the wrist of the world
Its fruit is ash.
Its shadow
An elegy for all that walked.

The Earth is still
And in that stillness
She waits.

The seeds are there

The Earth, The Moon, The Sun - Symphonic Poem for Trumpet and Large Orchestra

Oraculum

Lovely Little Machines

The most popular part of my Symphonic Poem for Trumpet and Large Orchestra: https://soundcloud.com/richannes-wrahms/the-earth-the-moon-the-sun-symphonic-poem-for-trumpet-and-large-orchestra

Ocean Melancholia

Notebook for Piano Vol. 1 (2024)
Composed by Liam Ross Gibson

Performed by Gabriel Stossel
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Gabriel Stossel and Liam Ross Gibson

0:00 I - Reverie: Sunlight on Waves
1:43 II - Basalt 
3:33 III - Alluvial
5:32 IV - Monotropeae
7:20 V - Říjnový les

This set of miniatures draws inspiration from the natural world, as well as music and musicians which have had an impact on me. There is no overarching scheme uniting them, and though they are numbered below, they can be played in any order and independently from one another.

I - Reverie: Sunlight on Waves 
Summer afternoons by the Salish Sea can take on a dreamlike atmosphere, with the heat and ever-shifting webs of reflected sunlight on the waves inducing a trance in which time seems to stand still.

II - Basalt 
Much of Vancouver Island is formed of volcanic basalt that erupted under the ocean during the late Triassic some 200 million years ago. Subsequent forces of glaciation, wind, rain, and waves have carved this igneous rock into a dizzying variety of forms.

III - Alluvial
I am fascinated by hydrology, and the water cycle is a recurring theme in my work. This piece is in part an hommage to the Armenian pianist and composer Tigran Hamasyan.

IV - Monotropeae 
Monotropeae is a tribe of flowering plants which are distinguished by a reliance on parasitism of mycorrhizal networks rather than photosynthesis. This lack of chlorophyll means that, instead of green, Monotropes are often a ghostly white, or varying shades of yellow, orange, red, pink, and purple. Musically, this piece is an hommage to the great jazz pianist Brad Mehldau.

V - Říjnový les
Czech for October forest, Říjnový les is dedicated to my former piano teacher, Eva Solar-Kinderman. Her teaching had a profound impact on me not just as a pianist, but on my overall thinking about music. Musically, the piece is an hommage to Czech composer Leoš Janáček.

Notebook for Piano Vol. 1

Hunting for sounds and being haunted by them. 

The two-part noise essay “Haunting Aurality” is a diary-like documentation of two states of daylight in an urban environment: from an unexpectedly blinding, dazzling September to the unpredictability of November's misty winds in Montreal, in the Fall of 2023. Based on enchanted listening, field recordings, and modular synthesis, the piece is shaped by two intense processes of sonic imagination: hallucination and premonition. I was curious how the novelty of the perceptual experience could reshape an aural perspective.

Haunting aurality – I (September) noise essay

Haunting aurality – II (November) noise essay

Death Bells

...into the silence

Performed by Tonkünstler-Orchestra Niederösterreich at Auditorium Grafenegg on June 15, 2025, during the Grafenegg Family Day.
This work was composed as part of the Tonkünstler Orchestra's composition competition „ Was macht man mit einer Idee ".
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TSII 8. the ryhthm of big generators. Turntable solo

Annesley Black