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"heartstone" poems
Heartstone is a reflection in music on a ‘lost’ poem. The poem described in its two short verses a summer’s day, a landscape, a fossil found and placed in the palm of a child’s hand. The poem inspired a seven-movement work for wind, brass and percussion with solo piano. Here is its poetic programme note. Chert The piano draws an arc of rhythm rising then falling. Above two choirs of wind and brass exclaim, fanfare, mark out shorter, determined gestures of sound. The procession, almost a march, becomes a dance. Alone Two choirs of wind and brass become four couples whose music weaves from complexity a simplicity: Chromatic to Pentatonic twelve becoming five. Prase Four stopped horns, five extended tonalities. Together they wander a maze of Pentatonic paths; alone, and in pairs, as a quartet they discover within a measured harmonic rhythm. Tension: resolution . . . and surrounding their every move the piano insists an obligato, a continuum of phrases, absorbing into itself the warp and weft of horn tone. Sard Oscillating in perpetual motion the full ensemble occupies a frame of time and space. Flutes, reeds, double-reeds brass, piano, percussion mirror-fold on mirror-fold layer upon layer overlapping. Yarns of threaded sound. Tuff Without a break the mirrored oscillations patter pentatonics on tuned percussion of marimba and vibraphone whilst a batterie of drums lays down shards of beaten rhythm against this onward folding of tonality change. In the background a choir of winds flutes and single reeds waymark this recursive journey gathering together cadential moments and the necessary pause for breath. Marl Relentlessly, the motion is sustained, piano-driven, a syncopated continuo, rhythm-sectioned amidst layers of percussion. Adding edge, a choir of brass and double reeds amplify the piano’s jagged rhythms providing impetus for phrases to become longer and longer, ratching up the tension, ever-denying closure until the batterie delivers a conclusive flourish. Paramoudra Pulse-figures of winds. Motific cells of brass. Both negotiate a stream of fractal-shaped tonality expanding: contracting. A blossom of fanfares folding into pulsating layers of tuned percussion, flutes and reeds. A dance-like episode absorbs a chorale. Four horns in close harmony against the continuing dance. A duet of differences flows into a cascade of chords in closed and open forms. The piano supports brass-flourishing figures before a final stillness. Heartstone In gentle reflection the solitary piano – a figure in a landscape of collapsed harmonic forms - presents in slow procession the essence of previous music.
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Heartstone
Heartstone is a reflection in music on a ‘lost’ poem. The poem described in its two short verses a summer’s day, a landscape, a fossil found and placed in the palm of a child’s hand. The poem inspired a seven-movement work for wind, brass and percussion with solo piano. Here is its poetic programme note. Chert The piano draws an arc of rhythm rising then falling. Above two choirs of wind and brass exclaim, fanfare, mark out shorter, determined gestures of sound. The procession, almost a march, becomes a dance. Alone Two choirs of wind and brass become four couples whose music weaves from complexity a simplicity: Chromatic to Pentatonic twelve becoming five. Prase Four stopped horns, five extended tonalities. Together they wander a maze of Pentatonic paths; alone, and in pairs, as a quartet they discover within a measured harmonic rhythm. Tension: resolution . . . and surrounding their every move the piano insists an obligato, a continuum of phrases, absorbing into itself the warp and weft of horn tone. Sard Oscillating in perpetual motion the full ensemble occupies a frame of time and space. Flutes, reeds, double-reeds brass, piano, percussion mirror-fold on mirror-fold layer upon layer overlapping. Yarns of threaded sound. Tuff Without a break the mirrored oscillations patter pentatonics on tuned percussion of marimba and vibraphone whilst a batterie of drums lays down shards of beaten rhythm against this onward folding of tonality change. In the background a choir of winds flutes and single reeds waymark this recursive journey gathering together cadential moments and the necessary pause for breath. Marl Relentlessly, the motion is sustained, piano-driven, a syncopated continuo, rhythm-sectioned amidst layers of percussion. Adding edge, a choir of brass and double reeds amplify the piano’s jagged rhythms providing impetus for phrases to become longer and longer, ratching up the tension, ever-denying closure until the batterie delivers a conclusive flourish. Paramoudra Pulse-figures of winds. Motific cells of brass. Both negotiate a stream of fractal-shaped tonality expanding: contracting. A blossom of fanfares folding into pulsating layers of tuned percussion, flutes and reeds. A dance-like episode absorbs a chorale. Four horns in close harmony against the continuing dance. A duet of differences flows into a cascade of chords in closed and open forms. The piano supports brass-flourishing figures before a final stillness. Heartstone In gentle reflection the solitary piano – a figure in a landscape of collapsed harmonic forms - presents in slow procession the essence of previous music.
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THE CAMINO CHRONICLES ( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth ) JUST A MOMENT AGO Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea To Tir na nOg there returned to be Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. . Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory A Smile To Die For . . She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . . Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago When love was a rose without thorns Before tides of centuries tears Swept us apart Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago The glorious moment of our days glory Our age of grace Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. . INTO THE DARK What does a candle remember . . .? What does its flame recall . . .? Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . . Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief Ashes of roses burned with weeds Remains of our loves day Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test Hall of memories by no one chorus caress No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE Once more to recite survivals bitter creed By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY HARP HEART STILLED by no Nefertiti played.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES ( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth ) JUST A MOMENT AGO Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea To Tir na nOg there returned to be Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. . Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory A Smile To Die For . . She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . . Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago When love was a rose without thorns Before tides of centuries tears Swept us apart Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago The glorious moment of our days glory Our age of grace Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. . INTO THE DARK What does a candle remember . . .? What does its flame recall . . .? Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . . Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief Ashes of roses burned with weeds Remains of our loves day Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test Hall of memories by no one chorus caress No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE Once more to recite survivals bitter creed By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY HARP HEART STILLED by no Nefertiti played.
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found a heartstone, while walking yesterday. cloudywhite, quartz, with a streak of granite gray. it was, a sad little stone. lost, taken from the mountain, to which it had  belonged. cast away, having to find somewhere, else to be, cold to touch. slightly, assymetrical plump in depth. in it's own way, it has a beauty. found a lonely, little heartstone, orphaned,yesterday. put in in my pocket, to give it some love and warmth. perhaps, if i am lucky, it will want to stay.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
orphaned hearts
Four enchanted rainbows From earth's fair far corners Surge west at red canyons, Cris-crossing my heartstone. One by one, each sect fades— Blue, yellow, every shade— Becoming one pure white. The Sky Jeweler fuses The flowing lava streams (Decanted airs, sunbeams) With cloudless glints of light. O jovial Jeweler, Take this magic mission: Cast a precious diamond From carbon flakes and coal; Meld my multicolored heart And make me truly whole.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
The Sky Jeweler