There Will Come Soft Rains

Back in university, probably around 2007, I wrote an art song with the text of Sara Teasdale's poem There Will Come Soft Rains for a student composer's concert. Due to various complications it never ended up being performed.

Flash forward to this year, when my dear friend Katy Harmer performed it in a recital. It was up in Yellowknife so I was unable to catch it, but she sent along this recording - so I finally have a copy of the piece, eight years later! Thanks, Katy!

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone


Art Song Premiere

A good friend of mine, Katy Harmer, will be premiering a piece of mine tonight at the Yellowknife Music Festival! It's very exciting for me - the piece was one I originally wrote in university for a specific purpose but due to various circumstances it was never performed. It's called There Will Come Soft Rains, the text from a poem by Sara Teasdale.

Katy will also be performing it at her recital in June, so perhaps I will be able to post a recording of it in the compositions section of my site in the near future. 

Exciting to tie up loose ends!