The Silver Swan

I just finished writing a setting of The Silver Swan, using the text from Orlando Gibbons.  George was really excited about it - he's decided that it should be on the student composition recital on April 19th and has set out to find me performers (2-3 for each part) and has volunteered to run the rehearsals since I have such a busy schedule with my science/music double major and the numerous projects I have for the last 5 weeks of the semester.

I'm quite excited about this!! I haven't really written for choir-like setting before.  If George can help me pull it together for the recital, I hope it turns out well so I get a decent recording out of it.

It has a kinda of renaissance-y sound aside from the modern-esqe harmonies and voice-leadings I've stuck in - slowly changing chords by moving one voice at a time, playing with major and minor resolutions.  Should be an interesting ear-training exercise for the performers. Haha :)

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The silver swan, who living had no note,

When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;

Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,

Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.

Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;

More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise