Dah...
So this morning I started on the First Movement to a piece called Sonora del Angels. It's a trumpet solo with string orchestra or choir and piano accompaniment. I'm writing it in 3 movements, the first, which I started today, is called Sentinels of Eden. Basically, it paints the picture after the fall of man, with Adam and Eve getting kicked out of Eden, Cain murdering Abel, and maybe something to do with the exile and the prophecies of Zechariah...I don't know about that yet, but we'll see how it goes. The second movement
Angels at the Cross' is already half finished and I did start a little bit on the third movement which will be about the Great Tribulation (The 7 seals, trumpets, and bowls).
Anyways, I feel really bad because I took a break and went downstairs. My mom had cooked some food and it had cooled down so I thought it was left overs. Turns out, that was my mom's lunch. She had left it there, went to the store...for whatever reason, and was going to eat when she came back. She's crying. I feel like garbage, and there's pretty much nothing I can say except sorry to her. She's never been one to accept comfort, which is probably the reason why I always feel like I need it....dah.
Angels at the Cross' is already half finished and I did start a little bit on the third movement which will be about the Great Tribulation (The 7 seals, trumpets, and bowls).
Anyways, I feel really bad because I took a break and went downstairs. My mom had cooked some food and it had cooled down so I thought it was left overs. Turns out, that was my mom's lunch. She had left it there, went to the store...for whatever reason, and was going to eat when she came back. She's crying. I feel like garbage, and there's pretty much nothing I can say except sorry to her. She's never been one to accept comfort, which is probably the reason why I always feel like I need it....dah.