Music For A Spring Afternoon In Atlanta

We're looking forward to the rain. It will be like music.

Music For Christmas 2011

From the brilliant American composer and conductor, Eric Whitacre:

Lux,
calida gravisque
pura velut arum,
et canunt angeli
molliter modo natum.

Light,
warm and heavy
as pure gold,
and the angels sing softly
to the newborn babe.

As I Surrender Unto Sleep

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my minds aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, fleeting light
Then I surrender unto sleep.

Where clouds of dreams give second sight

What dreams may come both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep


Today's weather in Atlanta sang of the high desert: remarkably clear, hot, and exceptionally dry. Such perfection is normally reserved for a few days in Fall here, so I made a special effort to be outside. The joy of it all wore me out and I am left to sink into a welcomed sleep, cradled by the music of Eric Whitacre and lyrics from the pen of Charles Silvestri.