song
I have a stack of projects to make before Christmas -- in fact, there are several things to make before the last post this weekend -- and yet I've found myself completely absorbed with composing a song.
I've used the words of Cushag's "The Mother's Carol" -- a sad little poem about how it would be kind to let the infant Jesus sleep, while he's still an innocent and unknowing baby. (Yes, atheists can find religious themes interesting and moving, thank you very much.)
I think hand-written music must be my true medium -- a happy combination of my three favourite things: music, art and maths.
Here's a snippet:
It's just so pretty, with all the lines and blobs and fussy little details. At this point in the song, the piano is suggesting birdsong/an angel chorus and, oh, it's fun to play. My mezzo soprano friend wants to sing it at the carol service on Christmas Eve, so it'll get at least one public outing.
I want to compose more! *stares resentfully at sewing-machine*
I've used the words of Cushag's "The Mother's Carol" -- a sad little poem about how it would be kind to let the infant Jesus sleep, while he's still an innocent and unknowing baby. (Yes, atheists can find religious themes interesting and moving, thank you very much.)
I think hand-written music must be my true medium -- a happy combination of my three favourite things: music, art and maths.
Here's a snippet:
It's just so pretty, with all the lines and blobs and fussy little details. At this point in the song, the piano is suggesting birdsong/an angel chorus and, oh, it's fun to play. My mezzo soprano friend wants to sing it at the carol service on Christmas Eve, so it'll get at least one public outing.
I want to compose more! *stares resentfully at sewing-machine*