Sacred Music
A Child's Requiem
Adam lay ybounden
Ave, maris stella
Endless
Hail, gladdening Light
In Heaven, Hereafter
Lux aeterna
Neither the Moon by Night
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Sacred Music
O Nata Lux
Backup:
Toward the Dawn
Sing me a song –
when all the world is a sea of wrong,
when every weary mind is seeking fireside
and every voice is soft beneath a veil of snow
– a song will carry me home.
Take me away –
to where the sunlight is bright and strong;
to where these troubles fade out in the light of day
and every water finds its way down to the sea
– let water take me home.
Find me a way –
through the dark and toward the dawn;
though every rush of wind may send me back again,
every footstep brings me nearer to the day
– the day will bring me home.
Sing to the dawn –
to all the world in a frozen song,
to every bitter heart that holds its love apart:
“you must know the dark of night to find the dawn
– the dawn will carry you home.”
Featured Work:
Perfect for Holy Week, this contemplative setting of Christina Rossetti's poem, "Easter Even," was commissioned by the choirs of Good Shepherd Catholic Church, directed by Anna Marie Friars.
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SATB | Secular
All is Thus but Starlight Here | SATB + pno. | 5'20”
Amid Such Snows | SATB div. | 6'30”
As I Walk the Silent Earth | SATB div. | 5'30"
The Dream I Knew | SATB div. | 4'30"
The Dreams That Remain | SATB div. + pno. | 16'
Frostbound | SATB + opt. sop solo | 4'
The Gift to Sing | SSAAB + pno. | 4’
I Am: The Song of Amergin | SATB + pno. | 3'30"
The Immortal Memory | SATB + pno. + opt. fiddle/vln. | 5'15”
I Shall Not Live in Vain | SATB div. + pno. | 5'
In Silence | SATB div. sop solo | 5'
In the Dark of the End | SATB + pno. | 3’
The Lake Isle of Innisfree | SATB div. + sop solo | 4'30"
The Last Letter | SATB div. + bari. solo + fiddle/vln. | 9'30"
Let My Words be Fire | SATB | 3'
Look to this Day | SATB + pno. | 3'30"
O Great Beyond | SATB div. + sop. solo | 13'
Our Waking Souls | SATB div. + pno. | 6'
Phaenix alumna mortis | SATB div. + soli | 4'10"
Return Again | SATB + pno. | 3'45"
The Same Stream | SATB div. | 3'30"
Starlight | SATB + pno. | 4'30"
The Stars Now Rearrange Themselves | SATB div. + sop. solo | 5'
When You are Old | SATB | 3'30"
White Stones | SATB div. soli | 6'30"
Your name falls like rain | SATB div. + english horn + pno. | 6'
The Watcher of the Wood
When I wake gasping,
crashing back through
time and space and glass
to waken into darkness,
into silence,
into breath –
thirsting, reach for water,
as if water could save me,
could melt the frozen stand,
burn the forest to its knees
and fight the voice that calls me,
ever downward,
into sleep.
I know that I have fooled the one
that marks the trees with blood;
that sightless, dead-eyed demon –
the Watcher of the Wood.                                                                  
But as I move into the night, I find
a shadow binds its breath to mine;
frost now formed into a shade –
a Watcher in the Wall.
and whispers in the dark;
a soundless fear,
a mouthless face,
an endless,
raging doubt:
If only I had found my feet.
If only I could fight.
The walls have teeth tonight.
The walls have teeth tonight.
liars in a mask –
I hate this hall of glass,
this endless, ruined rank,
naked and blinking,
imprisoned by light
in a place too tight for breathing,
our chest now sick of heaving,
the voice that lingers from a dream
now fails to force this frozen throat
to scream –
Am I the Watcher in the Wall?
this flightless, red-eyed demon
crashing back through
time and space and glass
to grasp this fractured face
and rasp:
run.
being sated
now with water,
I wander back
through wood and plaster,
to pass the doorway
leaving darker dreams
and phantom teeth
to chatter in the hall –
to where you lie asleep;
helpless paw and tired feet –
and sinking down into the moss I find
a world now warm with fin and wing,
a voice that grows now in the green
and echoes down into the deep:
I am the Watcher of the Wood.
And closing eyes to sea and sky,
the wind that haunts the tree:
your endless, rolling breath,
ever onward,
into sleep.