Patterns For Piano 4 Hands

Poem by me:

Fly
underwater stars
the moon shine reflects
over a human eye

A forest of streams
running each their way
where multiples find each other
in partial embrace

Of their differences
symmetrical structures unfold
a gamut of chances
changes made real

On the branches of time
on the feathers of space
into the depths
under planets

Underwater Stars for Mezzo-Soprano and Six Instruments

I gave a try at writing a few variations through simple diminutions of a theme.

Mild Corruption for Octet

An exploration of Greek rhythms used as scaffolding for music.
Form is: Sapphic stanza, Alcaic stanza, and a hybrid of the two.

The Soul Of Sappho

Twelve different takes on 12 chords, metres and tempi.

Twelve Ways of Thinking for 12 instruments

Leaves Awaiting The Frost

Work in Progress

Based of a polymode of A Phrygian, Bb Dorian and G Ionian.

A strange tree is built layer by layer. perhaps cursed to grow crooked, maybe with beautiful yellow flowers turn foul smelling fruit in autumn. 

Triptych Part One - The Tree

I wondered if I could make at least neoclassical piece out of ordering all the chords by strength/tension level according to my own system.

It begins on the Major Tonic, goes through all the predominants and dominants in order then goes under into the "chords with less tension than the Major Tonic" and finally rises up to the Major Tonic again.

The Slow Climb for String Quartet

Second revision of an orchestrated piano sketch.
 
Sound: Noteperformer

Shimmer for Orchestra, second revision

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

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

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