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solace (for chamber ensemble) 2021

Premiered by Continuum Contemporary Music's 2021 HATCH Ensemble: Joey  Zhuang, flute; Noah Stone, clarinet; Tyler Cunningham, percussion; Megan Thibeault, piano; Danielle Greene, violin; Evan Lamberton, cello.

PROGRAM NOTES

solace was written for the 2021 HATCH Ensemble with mentorship from Hope Lee and Martin Arnold. The piece was written in the late spring and early summer of 2021, following several lockdowns and periods of isolation due to the COVID-19 pandemic. During this time, I read a poem by William Wordsworth written in 1802, “I wandered lonely as a cloud.” Motivated by Wordsworth's text, I began incorporating some cloud watching to my day-to-day routine. This simple daily act brought calm, stillness and some grounding to my everyday solitude. The composition’s texture hopes to convey the comforting stasis experienced in cloud watching. As well as gradually shifting layers and fragments as do clouds when they travel across the sky.

I wandered lonely as a cloud by William Wordsworth (1802)

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine 

And twinkle on the milky way, 

They stretched in never-ending line 

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they 

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought 

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye 

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills, 

And dances with the daffodils.

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