Animals on the Coast of Maine
title | Animals on the Coast of Maine
cost | 150
approximate length | 6-8 mts
style | Fun, Challenging, Joyful; with Orff instrument option; The Harbor Porpoise, The Puffin, and The Whale
Midi Realization (draft score of different voicings) | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IG4Zxb2QG3g
commission for | SSA, SAB
themes | Nature/Climate Change
what you get | https://0c6c7bc6b0.nxcli.net/wp-content/uploads/background-checks-brochure-final-4.pdf
score delivered | Aug. 16th 2021
difficulty | Medium-Easy
instruments | piano | cello
lyricist | Kim Rich
advisors | scientist (TBA)
to declare interest, go to | https://forms.gle/zWyAHFzM585xxHUZA
So small are they, so small to try
And brave the stormy sea and sky.
So far, so far from shore they fly,
No harbor rest, but in their dreams…
Years pass by, long silent years,
Until each lonely, dreaming bird
Awakes to hear the call once more,
The song that draws them home at last…
A dreaming song that sings: “Come rest.
Come nest and nestle on safe shores.
Call rockbound coastlines home once more.”
And yet, the song, the dream goes on.
In time, they rise to dare the skies.
Again, they leave safe shores behind
To sail rough seas and touch the sky.
So small they seem, yet not their dreams,
Their soaring puffin dreams that rise and rise into infinity…
For in dreams they know that all, all can fly…
Swimming and diving and leaping and flying,
We’re tumbling under and over the waves.
So deep, so deep,
The shadows underneath—
Gliding, grey leviathans.
They follow us,
Or do we follow them?
Whale and wond’ring Man?
Their swift uprisings
Take our breath away,
Breaching high above the waves…
As from our small craft,
We look up at them…
Whale and wond’ring Man.
Soon they will dive down…
Taking one, deep breath
Before they sound,
Hiding from our eyes.
Will they rise
Songs that we might comprehend?
Will we ever
Wondering, wondering Man?
We are climbing and cresting and falling and splashing,
We’re one with the sea and we’re one with the air.
Ever swift, never ceasing, our tempo increasing,
We race with the tide as it runs to the shore,
Playing tag with the waves and the wind and the sun
In a dance that will never be over and done.
Blue sea… blue sky…
We fly… (we) fly…
Sky to sea and sea to sky.
We fly between blue sea and sky…
We fly… (we) fly…
Is it sea, or is it sky
Don’t know, don’t care
We fly, we fly, we fly