" ever ringing nowhere " (2015)
Mezzo-soprano, flute, clarinet, horn, cello, and piano. 9'.
Text by the composer:
I speak the softest words of passion,
For the silence has called my name.
Entangled in branches,
My words ebb and flutter like a silken veil
That denies the promised Spring.
But also speaks the wind.
It nudges auburn leaves
And pulls the sky downward
Onto wetted ground,
Where it mists and turns and sleeps.
And somewhere amid the churning landscape,
My passions snag the passing wind.
Waking, rising, forming,
Sweeping, climbing, grasping,
Ever ringing nowhere.
Until I see that the silence
Has no voice but mine.
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